Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 57: slipped

Olivia slipped deeper into the bath, the scalding heat licking up her thighs, steam rising in soft veils that clung to her skin.

Her nipples, flushed pink, stood stiff above the surface, the waterline just kissing the undercurve of her breasts.

She leaned her head back, lids heavy, hair damp against her neck, and let her legs fall open beneath the water.

Her fingers grazed her inner thigh, tracing slow, teasing circles, stoking a burning need that pulsed through her like wildfire.

The memory crashed in—Lor beneath her in the undercroft, his hazel eyes wide, drunk on her taste, lips slick and glistening, tongue wickedly patient.

She’d straddled his face, knees planted on the cool stone, one hand gripping the wall as her soaked pussy ground against his mouth, his tongue lapping her clit with slow, hungry flicks that sent shivers through her core.

"Mmh," she moaned, voice rising like smoke, throat tight with raw, desperate need.

Her hand cupped her breast, heavy and aching, squeezing it firmly, fingers dragging over the nipple, circling slowly before pinching sharply.

"Ah—fuck—" she gasped, the jolt sparking fire through her veins, her pussy clenching in response, dripping with anticipation.

Under the water, her fingers found her clit, swollen and throbbing, begging for touch.

She rubbed slowly, hips rocking gently, savoring the torturous build, each stroke a tease that made her breath hitch.

Her other hand kneaded her breast, thumb flicking the nipple, her pussy pulsing, wetter than the bathwater, slick with desire.

She felt Lor hot gasps, his tongue sliding along her slit, circling her clit, slow and relentless, her thighs trembling as Eva’s sultry voice cut through the haze—"Getting into it, huh?"—her tongue swirling over Lor’s nipples, his muffled whimpers vibrating against Olivia’s pussy, shaking her to her bones.

"Oh, god, Lor..." she panted, her voice breathy, lost in the memory of his lips, his tongue, his eyes locked on hers as she rode his face, her wetness flooding him.

Her fingers moved faster, circling her clit with wet, needy strokes, heat swirling, her pussy throbbing with every pass.

She pinched her nipple harder, rolling it between her fingers, moans deep and raw.

"Lor... you’re so fucking good," she gasped, imagining his lips sucking her clit, hands gripping her thighs, taking every grind of her hips, every shuddering moan.

In the ritual, she’d whimpered, "Keep going—fuck, Lor," and he’d obeyed, his tongue relentless, sucking harder as Eva’s nails scraped his chest.

The memory of her climax, her body collapsing, screaming, her wetness coating his lips, surged through her, making her pussy clench tighter.

Her hand slid lower, two fingers slipping inside her pussy with a loud, obscene squelch, her slickness easing the glide.

She fucked herself with deep, curling strokes, hitting that perfect spot that made her toes curl, her palm grinding her clit in tight, messy circles.

"Lor—oh, god, yes yes yes," she moaned, her voice echoing off the tiles, needy and unashamed.

Her hips bucked, water splashing against the porcelain, breasts bouncing with each thrust.

She squeezed her breast harder, smearing sweat and water across her skin, tweaking her nipple until her chest burned, pleasure sharp and electric.

She pictured Lor’s groans, his mouth buried in her folds, tongue flattening, flicking, driving her wild.

Her moans deepened, raw and desperate, her body begging for release.

"Lor—ahhh—right there, don’t stop," she panted, one leg lifting out of the water, toes curling against the tub’s edge, her thigh glistening in the steam.

Her fingers moved in a blur, wet sounds loud and filthy, her pussy clenching tight, dripping into the bathwater, demanding more.

She squeezed her breast, fingers digging in, lifting its weight, thumb flicking her nipple until her whole body trembled, pleasure coiling like a spell ready to break.

Her body arched, water spilling over the sides in waves, breasts bouncing with each frantic thrust of her hips.

"Lor—yes—fuck me with your tongue," she gasped, her voice raw, echoing through the steam.

Her fingers fucked her pussy harder, three now, stretching her, curling against that perfect spot, her palm grinding her clit, the pleasure overwhelming, her body trembling on the edge.

The climax hit like a spell shattering, violent and all-consuming.

"Ah—fuck—Lor—fuck!" she screamed, hips jerking, back arching off the tub, water splashing wildly, soaking the floor.

Her thighs shook, pussy pulsing around her fingers, clit twitching under frantic strokes.

Her breasts heaved, nipples hard and aching, as she rode the waves of pleasure, her moans ragged, echoing off the tiles.

She slowed, collapsing back, chest heaving, tits rising with each gasping breath, her hand sliding free, glistening in the steam, jasmine clinging to her sweat-slick skin.

The memory of his mouth, his moans, her cries still echoed in her ears.

And her ecstatic face on the water’s reflection—cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes glazed with lust. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

A stray curl clung to her temple, damp with sweat and steam, her breasts bobbing gently with each breath, nipples still hard, aching.

And then the heat bloomed again—this time not from pleasure, but from shame.

Her face turned red, her thighs reflexively pressing together as if trying to hide the slick evidence still lingering between them.

Oh God. What have i done?

She looked down, her palm still wet, the bathwater stirred and cloudy around her.

Her breath hitched in her throat.

She’d moaned his name.

Louder than she meant to.

Her voice had echoed off the tiles.

Anyone passing the hallway outside might’ve heard.

She covered her face with her hands, sinking lower into the water, trying to disappear beneath the rising fog.

"You’re ridiculous," she muttered to herself, voice muffled, burning with the sudden, intimate realization.

But even as embarrassment twisted in her belly, something deeper still pulsed under the surface—warmth, satisfaction, need.

The memory of straddling Lor’s face wasn’t leaving.

Not tonight.

Not for a while.

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Lor stood awkwardly in the doorway, the lantern’s soft glow casting a warm haze over his rumpled room, shadows dancing across the unmade bed.

Kiara sat propped against the headboard, legs folded beneath her, her athletic frame silhouetted in the dim light.

Her tight blouse hugged her full breasts, nipples faintly pressing through the fabric, her skirt riding high to reveal plush thighs that gleamed under the lantern’s touch.

Her dark bangs framed a sharp face, eyes harboring a storm of frustration and longing, lips parted slightly.

The air thrummed with her presence, a pulse of raw energy that stirred the lingering heat in Lor’s chest from his earlier bath.

He closed the door, the latch clicking softly, sealing them in the intimate quiet. His loose shirt clung to his damp skin, hazel eyes flickering as he met her gaze.

"You sure you want the Light’s help for... romance?"

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