CHAPTER 3
Aika’s body was already trembling, p***y clenching hard around the c**k buried inside her. Sweat slicked her chest, hair plastered against her damp forehead. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think—her moans breaking into sobs as the boy kept slamming into her.
“Stop… please—ahhh, I can’t—” Her voice cracked, half a scream, half a plea.
The boy above her growled, pinning her wrists to the desk. “You’re not stopping. Not when you’re this tight. Not when you’re dripping all over me.”
His thrusts punched out sharp, wet slaps that echoed in the classroom.
Behind her, the girl who’d been toying with her earlier leaned close, tongue dragging one last time up Aika’s neck. “You’ve had enough of me,” she whispered wickedly, licking the shell of her ear. “Time for something more.”
Aika
