Ria’s POV
They bend me over the teacher's desk facing the chalkboard. My t**s press against the wood and my arms stretch across the surface.
I can feel the c*m on my stomach smearing onto the desk and onto the papers still scattered under me.
Wren picks up a piece of chalk. He draws a line down my spine, cool and dry against my sweaty skin, and writes something on my lower back. I can feel the letters forming but I can't see what they say.
"What did you write?" I ask.
"A-plus," he says. "You've earned it."
He pushes into my p***y from behind and the entry after being stretched by two c***s is smoother now, wetter, Kade's c*m still inside me making everything slick and warm. But Wren's c**k is still thick enough to make me gasp and my swollen walls grip him on instinct.
He f***s me b
