Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 95: After the 69

Kiara’s thighs were still twitching when she began to lift herself off his face, her breath ragged and uneven. Her knees wobbled, the slick sound of her wet pussy separating from his mouth loud in the quiet, musky room, her juices leaving a glistening trail on his chin and lips.

She started shifting her leg over his head, hair clinging to her flushed cheeks, her full breasts heaving with each labored breath.

Lor’s hands didn’t stop her—but his voice did, low and teasing, cutting through the haze.

"...What are you doing?"

Kiara froze mid-motion, one leg still hooked over him, her icy blue eyes narrowing down at him from over her shoulder, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.

"Uh... getting off? You done worshipping or want seconds?" she asked, her voice husky, laced with a mix of sarcasm and lingering need, her pussy still throbbing above him.

Lor raised a brow, licking his lips slowly, savoring the taste of her sweetness still coating his tongue. "You didn’t blow me."

Kiara blinked, her cheeks flushing deeper. "I—what?"

He grinned, lazy and sharp, his hands sliding up her thighs to steady her. "That was the deal, remember? You were supposed to blow me. You just rode my face instead and got your happy ending."

Kiara sat back on his chest, straddling him now, her slick thighs spread wide across his ribs, her wetness smearing against his skin, warm and sticky.

She rolled her eyes, but there was no real bite in it, just a reluctant spark in her gaze. "You’re counting favors now?"

"Not favors," Lor said, his voice smooth and teasing, his cock twitching hard against her thigh. "Just balance."

She looked at his cock—still hard, slick from her spit earlier, twitching with expectation, the head flushed and leaking pre-cum—and scoffed, but there was no real resistance in her eyes.

Just reluctance painted with arousal, her pussy aching anew at the sight of him.

"Fine."

Her voice was throaty now, cracked from her moaning, her body still sensitive, nipples hard peaks in the room’s golden light.

She adjusted herself, crawling down his body with a slow drag of her tits against his skin, the soft weight of her breasts trailing fire along his chest and stomach, her nipples grazing him teasingly until her face hovered over his cock again, her breath hot against the throbbing length.

Lor watched every second—her hair falling in a curtain to one side, her icy blue eyes flicking up at him with a mix of defiance and uncertainty.

Her lips parted, full and swollen from earlier, hovering just above the head.

But she hesitated again, uncertain, her hand wrapping around the base tentatively, fingers barely encircling his girth.

Lor’s hand reached out, touching her cheek gently, his thumb brushing her lower lip.

"Wrap your lips around the tip... slow. Just let it sit on your tongue first."

She obeyed, narrowing her eyes in challenge, then closing them as she opened her mouth and slowly slid him in, just the head.

Her lips sealed around it, warm and soft, her cheeks hollowing a little as she sucked lightly, her tongue flattening against the underside, tasting the salty pre-cum.

Lor groaned, low and deep, the sound vibrating through his chest, his hips twitching up slightly into her mouth.

"Good... Now use your hand too, around the base," he said, breath catching as her fingers curled tighter around him, stroking slowly.

She started to bob her head, a bit awkward at first, too fast, her saliva dripping down his shaft, making it glisten.

"Slower," he murmured, his free hand finding her hip now, slipping between her legs again, fingers brushing her soaked pussy. "Match your strokes to your mouth."

She let out a muffled sound as he slid two fingers into her wet heat, her whole body jerking slightly from the oversensitive throb, her pussy clenching around him instantly, still pulsing from her orgasm.

He chuckled darkly, his fingers pumping her slowly. "You’re still dripping."

She moaned around his cock, her throat vibrating against him, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through his balls.

Her hips instinctively rocked back into his hand as he fingered her, fingers curling inside her tight walls, thumb finding her clit again, rubbing in slow, firm circles that made her thighs quiver.

Her rhythm faltered, her mouth drooling around him as she tried to stay focused, saliva stringing from her lips to his skin, but the pleasure building in her pussy made her sloppy, her moans humming along his length.

"Suck deeper," he murmured, voice low, thick with lust, his hand resting at the back of her head—not forcing, just coaxing, like he knew she wanted to impress him. "You can take more. You already took my tongue like a good girl."

That broke something in her—Kiara let out a raw moan around his cock, the praise wrapping tight around her spine like a collar, and she sank lower.

Her throat clenched as the head slid past her tongue, and she gagged once, tears stinging her eyes, but she didn’t stop.

She breathed through her nose, steadied herself, and took more, lips stretched wide, spit bubbling at the corners.

Her hand worked faster, twisting at the base, wrist slick and quick.

The other cupped his balls, rolling them slow and firm, feeling the way they tensed under her touch like they knew what was coming.

Lor growled low, fingers plunging deep, the wet squelch obscene.

He fucked her with two fingers, then three—thrusting, scissoring, stretching her open.

His thumb never left her clit, rubbing it in ruthless circles, dragging sharp cries from her chest, muffled as they were by the cock stretching her throat.

Her hips jerked against his hand, body quaking, and her moans deepened, turning guttural around his shaft, the sound vibrating through him, making his cock twitch violently in her mouth.

The pressure in his balls tightened, coiling like a spring.

His abs flexed, hips bucking up slightly into her mouth.

"Kiara—fuck—keep going, don’t stop..." he groaned, his voice rough, fingers fucking her pussy faster, curling against that sensitive spot inside her.

She did, pushing down until her throat fluttered again, her lips stretching around his thickness, her tongue swirling relentlessly, her hand pumping in sync, saliva dripping messily down to his balls.