Camille offers you some relief

It's just you and Camille left now. You glance over at her, noticing her smiling as her eyes remain fixed on your erect cock. She saunters over, and you realize she stayed behind deliberately.

"Need some help with that, Roy? Or should I say... master?" she whispers seductively.

Despite the strong urge to succumb to her advances, you attempt to resist.

"Actually, Camille, I was kind of hoping... I could save my energy for Samantha later tonight," you reply slowly.

She steps back, a frown creasing her face. "Master, you're such a tease. You show me your beautiful cock twice today and expect me not to get dripping wet for you?"

You raise your eyebrows and chuckle. "Since when did I become your master again? I was Roy to you ever since that night."

She smiles, leaning closer. "When we're with others or in a professional setting, I try my best to remain Camille. When we're alone, however... I'm your cocksleeve," she whispers into your ear.

You shudder at her sultry voice, the temptation growing too strong. You ultimately give in.

"Perhaps... I could use some help," you murmur back to her.

"It would be my pleasure," she replies softly, sinking to her knees.

Camille gently kisses the tip of your cock, her soft lips parting as she lets you slip into her warm mouth. Just as you begin to savor the pleasure, she pulls back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

She winks at you and starts to tease, her tongue tracing slow, tantalizing lines up and down your shaft and over the sensitive tip.

Then, she takes you back into her mouth, this time bobbing her head up and down, giving you full access to her mouth and throat. The sensation is intoxicating, her tongue skillfully swirling and caressing, each movement heightening your pleasure.

Camille's mouth works wonders on your cock, the rhythm of her bobbing head driving you closer to the edge. Her tongue dances along your shaft, each flick and swirl sending electric waves of pleasure through your body. She gazes up at you with an alluring mix of innocence and desire, her eyes never leaving yours as she brings you closer to climax.

Feeling the build-up of pressure, you instinctively grip her hair, guiding her pace. Camille moans softly around your cock, the vibrations adding to the intensity. With a final, deep thrust, you release into her mouth, your cum spilling down her throat as she eagerly swallows every drop. She pulls back, licking her lips clean and smiling up at you, satisfied with her work.

"Did you enjoy that, master?" she asks, her voice teasing yet submissive. "Your cock tastes so good."

"But we're not done yet," you reply, pulling her to her feet and pressing her against the nearby wall. Her breath quickens with anticipation as you lean in, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Your hands roam over her body, feeling the heat of her skin beneath your fingers.

"Turn around," you command softly. Camille obeys without hesitation, her ass pressing enticingly against your throbbing cock. You slide your hand between her legs, finding her already dripping with arousal. Camille gasps as you tease her entrance, your fingers sliding in and out, spreading her wetness.

"Oh master, my pussy is so wet for your cock. I need you so bad," she moans, her voice a mix of need and submission.

Unable to wait any longer, you position yourself at her entrance and thrust into her, burying yourself deep inside her tight, wet heat. Camille moans loudly, her body reacting instantly as she pushes back against you, urging you to go deeper. You start with a slow, deliberate pace, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure through both of you.

"Yes, fuck my pussy, master," she gasps, her voice breathy and filled with raw desire. "Your cock feels so good inside me."

You grip her hips firmly, feeling the curve of her waist under your hands as you increase your tempo. The slickness of her arousal makes each movement smoother, more intense. Camille's moans become louder, more urgent, mingling with the sound of your bodies colliding.

"Deeper, master," she begs, her voice a mix of need and submission. "I want to feel you completely."

You adjust your angle, thrusting harder and deeper, hitting her most sensitive spots. Her back arches, her fingers clawing at the wall for support. Every powerful stroke sends waves of pleasure radiating through her body, her pussy clenching around your cock with growing intensity.

"Fuck, Camille," you groan, the sensation of her tight, wet heat driving you wild. "You're so tight. So perfect."

She responds with a whimper, her body shuddering with each deep thrust. You feel her walls tightening, signaling her approaching climax. You quicken your pace, the room filled with the sounds of your fervent coupling.

"Yes, master, just like that," she cries out, her voice breaking with pleasure. "I'm so close. Fill me up with your seed and make me cum."

With a final, deep thrust, you push her over the edge. Camille screams your name, her body convulsing in ecstasy as she climaxes. The sensation of her pussy pulsating around your cock is too much to handle.

Her words send you spiraling into your own climax. With a guttural moan, you release inside her, your cum flooding her tight, welcoming heat.

You both stand there for a moment, catching your breath. Camille turns to face you, her eyes filled with satisfaction and a lingering desire. She gives you a teasing smile.

"We should head to the dining hall. We'll be late for dinner," she says.