Camilla

The taste of transgression

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Edo, left unsatisfied by Letizia, is surprised by Camilla, who arrogantly bursts into the room. Between provocation and desire, the two indulge in a game of domination and pleasure, until an unexpected scream interrupts everything: Irene, covered in cum, has discovered them.

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The door closed behind Letizia with a dull thud, leaving Edo alone in the center of the classroom, his body slick with sweat and cum still dripping down his thighs. The air was heavy, thick with the musky scent of sex and the frustration burning beneath his skin. The girls around him, crouched or leaning against their desks, watched him silently, some with fingers still between their legs, others with lips parted, waiting. But he had no time for them. Not now. Not after Letizia had left him like this, his cock hard and throbbing, desire gripping his stomach like a vice.

It was at that moment that the door swung open again.

A sharp, almost violent blow, as if someone had pushed her with their shoulder. The sunset light stretched across the floor, cutting the shadow of a slender, muscular figure, blond hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. Camilla Savio entered with the same arrogance with which she would have entered a boxing ring, her tight jeans tracing every curve of her quadriceps, her black T-shirt tight around her broad shoulders, her blue eyes—almost icy—scanning the room before fixing on him. A small smile curved her lips, full and slightly plump, as if she had already savored what was about to happen.

"So, Master ," her voice was low, hoarse, with that teasing tone only she dared use with him. "They left you high and dry, huh?"

Edo didn't answer. He simply clenched his jaw, his fingers curling into fists at his sides, his cock twitching with every pulse. Camilla knew him too well. She knew exactly how to tease him, how to make him lose the little bit of control that Letizia hadn't been able to completely wrest from him. And he, damn it, wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of seeing him weak.

But Camilla didn't wait. She took two steps forward, her sneakers squeaking on the sticky linoleum, then stopped a meter away from him, her arms folded beneath her full breasts, her nipples pressing against the thin fabric. "Come on, don't be a baby. I know you'll burst." Her eyes traveled down to his abdomen, then further down, where his cock, still wet, stood between his thighs. "And I know how to fix it, too."

Before he could react, she lashed out. It wasn't a feminine, sinuous movement—it was an attack. A leap forward, her hands gripping his shoulders to push him back, her legs wrapping around his waist with a force that sent him reeling. Edo growled, fingers digging into his hips, but Camilla already had the upper hand: she had him off-balance against the desk, the wood groaning under their combined weight. She laughed, a guttural sound, as she wriggled out of her T-shirt, letting it fall to the floor in a tangle of black cotton. The sports bra she was wearing was tight, sweaty, and as she arched against him, Edo felt the muscles of her abdomen press against his, rock-hard.

"You like it, huh?" Camilla was panting, but there was triumph in her voice. "You like it when they treat you like you deserve."

He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, but she laughed again, her lips brushing his without kissing him. "Try and stop me, then."

He didn't even try. Because, damn it, he needed this. To be dominated, for once. To let someone else dictate the pace, humiliate him, drive him crazy.

Camilla pulled away from him just enough to slip off his boxers, still clinging to his ankles, then pushed him down, forcing him to sit on the desk. The wood creaked ominously, but she didn't seem to care. She settled between his legs, her thighs spread, her bare feet—because, damn it, she'd already taken off her shoes—resting on the edge of the table, her toes slowly flexing.

"There." Her voice was a whisper now as she leaned forward, her hands caressing his inner thigh, her short nails barely scratching the skin. "I know you like feet."

Edo didn't answer. He couldn't. His throat was dry, his stomach twisted into a knot of desire when she lifted one foot, her heel brushing his erection, hot and sweaty. Camilla had wide feet, with long, tapered toes, her nails trimmed short, and her skin calloused in places—a sign of years of practice. When she began to rub the sole of her foot against his cock, Edo moaned, his fingers digging into the edges of the desk.

"You like it like this, huh?" She increased the pressure, her heel sliding up and down his shaft, the rough skin drawing ever-louder moans from him. "You like it when a slut strokes your cock with her feet."

He nodded, unable to speak, his eyelids half-drooping as he watched the hypnotic movement of her foot. Camilla was laughing now, a low, dirty sound, as she leaned forward, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance. Her breasts, free from their bra, brushed his face, her nipples hard as rocks, and when she rubbed against him, Edo couldn't resist: he opened his mouth and sucked her breast greedily, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin.

"Good boy." Camilla tugged at his hair, forcing him to look at her. "But that's not what you want, is it?"

No. It wasn't.

She understood without him having to say it. She raised herself slightly, turning until her back was to him, then lowered herself again, this time with her back pressed against his face. Edo needed no further instructions. He grabbed her hips, his nails digging into the firm flesh, and pushed his tongue between her buttocks, licking along the sweaty crack, savoring the salty taste of her skin. Camilla moaned, her thighs trembling as she lowered herself even further, forcing him to lick her tight, throbbing anus as well.

"Fuck, yes..." She writhed, her foot continuing to jerk him off with ever-faster movements, her heel pressing against his balls each time she moved up. "Lick me all over, bitch."

Edo obeyed. He spread her ass cheeks with his fingers, his tongue slipping everywhere, licking, sucking, nibbling, while his cock throbbed under the rhythmic pressure of her foot. It wasn't enough. It would never be enough. He needed more. Everything.

Camilla seemed to read his mind. She stood up abruptly, turning back to him, and before he could react, she planted her left foot on his chest, pushing him back until his back hit the wood. Then, in one fluid move, she hoisted herself onto the desk, her legs spread over his face, her wet pussy brushing his lips.

“Lick me.” It wasn’t a request.

Edo didn't hesitate. He grabbed her thighs, pulling her down against his mouth, his tongue slipping between her swollen lips, savoring her simultaneously sour and sweet taste. Camilla panted, her fingers clawing at his hair, her hips moving in ever-widening, ever-faster circles. But she didn't stop masturbating him. Her right foot continued to slide up and down his cock, the perfect pressure, soaked in her own sweat.

"God, yes… like this…" She arched, her clit throbbing against his tongue, her thighs trembling. "Don't stop, damn it… I'm going to—"

She didn't finish the sentence. A cry escaped her lips as she came, her muscles contracting around his head, the taste of her orgasm flooding his tongue. Edo didn't stop. He continued licking, sucking, as his own pleasure mounted, ever closer to the edge.

Camilla collapsed against him, breathing heavily, but she didn't give him any respite. She rose slightly, then leaned forward, her sweaty armpits brushing his face. "Lick me here."

He didn't have to tell her twice.

Edo plunged his tongue into her left armpit, savoring the pungent taste of sweat, the warm, moist skin. Camilla moaned, her body arching as he licked her greedily, his teeth scraping lightly, his hands gripping her hips to hold her still. Then he moved to the other armpit, his tongue tracing slow circles, savoring every inch of her.

When he finally pulled away, they were both breathless. Camilla looked at him, her eyes shining, her lips parted, then she leaned in and kissed him. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was an assault. Their tongues collided, their teeth clashed, their hands clung to each other as if they wanted to fuse. Edo moaned into her mouth, his cock throbbing painfully, so close to orgasm that he could already feel the burn along his spine.

Camilla pulled away, panting. "Come for me."

It didn't take anything else.

Edo exploded with a strangled cry, his body arching as his seed shot out in thick, white arcs, hitting the door behind him with a wet thud. And then—

A scream.

It wasn't his. It wasn't Camilla's.

It was a surprised female voice, followed by a dull thud.

Camilla whirled around, her eyes wide, while Edo, still shaking from his orgasm, followed her gaze.

In the doorway, a girl— Irene , it would later be revealed—stood, her face dripping with semen, her eyes wide, her mouth open in an expression of absolute shock. A white drop ran from her forehead, down her nose, and onto her upper lip.

Silence.

Then Camilla burst into laughter. A loud, unrestrained roar that filled the room.

"Well," she said, hopping off the desk, her feet landing on the floor with a thud. "I'd say we just made a new friend."