Couple 1

Meat and Plaster

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Edo imposes a new game: couples chosen by him, fucked together. Anna, forced to choose, points to Irene, still on her knees and dirty. While Edo penetrates Anna, Irene is forced to lick her, moans filling the room. Chaos turns into brutal order, with the girls paired together in a whirlwind of p…

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The classroom was immersed in a heavy silence, broken only by the girls' labored breathing and the slow dripping of fluids down Irene's thighs, still kneeling on the cold floor. Her face, streaked with rivulets of cum mixed with saliva, was turned downward, her lips swollen and red from having licked Sophie, Micol, Anna, and Giulia one after the other until they all came. Her fingers still trembled, resting on the dirty tiles, while her body ached in places she would never have imagined.

Edo, standing before her, ran a hand through his brown hair, still damp with sweat, while his cock, already semi-erect again, throbbed between his thighs. His eyes shone with a feverish, almost obsessive light as he observed the group of girls scattered around the classroom—some slumped on their desks, others with their legs spread, their breasts exposed, their bodies glistening with sweat and fluids. Camilla, leaning against the desk with a satisfied grin, absentmindedly touched her clitoris, her eyes fixed on him, as if waiting for his next move. Sophie and Giulia exchanged complicated glances, their lips swollen, while Micol, still trembling, bit her lower lip, her thighs clenched as if trying to hold something back.

"Good," Edo said suddenly, his voice hoarse but sharp as a blade. He ran his tongue over his lips, savoring the salty aftertaste of Irene still lingering in his mouth. "This chaos is no longer good. Too many whores, too little order." He stepped back, his cock twitching with every movement, and turned to the blackboard, still stained with his dried cum. He grabbed a piece of white chalk from the desk and drew a horizontal line, divided into two halves. "From now on, we play in pairs."

A murmur rippled through the room. Giulia Torre, still with her legs spread on the desk, propped herself up on her elbows, her dark eyes flashing with curiosity. "Couples? What the fuck does that mean, Maestro?"

Edo turned, the chalk gripped between his fingers, and smiled at her—a small smile that didn't bode well. "Every whore chooses another. Two at a time. I'll fuck you together, make you come together, and then I'll move on to the next couple." He paused, observing their reactions. Irene slowly raised her head, her eyes wide, her lips parting in stunned silence. Anna Babusca, crouched near a counter, bit her lip, her hands instinctively clenching between her thighs. "And the first couple," Edo continued, pointing the chalk at her, "is up to me."

Anna flinched, her shoulders stiffening. "I... I haven't chosen anyone yet," she stammered, her voice a thin thread amidst the general chaos.

"I didn't ask you to choose," Edo growled, throwing the chalk to the ground. He strode over to her, grabbing her wrist and yanking her to her feet. Anna staggered, her bare breasts swaying, her breath catching in her throat as he pressed his body against hers, his hard cock brushing against her abdomen. "You're already in the first pair. You choose the other one now ."

The girls exchanged nervous glances. Camilla moved away from the desk, her lips parted, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I can volunteer, Maestro," she said, running a hand through her black hair, her red nails glistening. "I'd like to see how you treat our little ballerina."

Edo ignored her, his eyes fixed on Anna. "Choose," he ordered, his voice low and menacing. "Or I'll do it for you."

Anna swallowed, her gaze darting from one to the other. Sophie licked her lips, Giulia adjusted her hair provocatively, but it was Irene who caught her attention. Still on her knees, her face dirty and her eyes burning with a strange determination, she almost seemed to offer herself —not with words, but with that heavy silence, with the way her lips parted slightly, as if waiting only to be chosen.

"Her," Anna said suddenly, pointing at Irene with a trembling finger. "I want… I want Irene."

A silence fell in the room. Irene looked up, shock crossing her face. "W-what? I didn't—"

“Shut up,” Edo hissed, squeezing Anna’s wrist until her knuckles whitened. “You heard your mate. You belong to hers.” He turned to the rest of the group, his cock throbbing ever harder. “The others can mate. Now .”

Chaos erupted. Giulia grabbed Micol's arm, dragging her toward a desk with a sly giggle. "Finally, you eager little slut," she whispered, her fingers already slipping between each other's thighs. Sophie and Camilla exchanged a knowing glance before joining, their lips seeking each other in a ravenous kiss, their hands cupping each other's breasts. Matilde Piccotti and Matilde Bonifacio, after a moment's hesitation, entwined in a lascivious embrace, their tongues entwining as they rubbed against the desk.

Edo wasted no time. With a brutal push, he forced Anna onto the desk, the wood creaking under his weight. Her breasts pressed against the cold surface, her nipples hard as rocks. "Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice a growl. Anna obeyed, her thighs slowly spreading, revealing her already wet pussy, her swollen lips, her throbbing clit visible.

Then he turned to Irene, still on her knees. "And you," he said, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her toward the desk, "lick her pussy while I fuck her. I want to hear her moan on your tongue."

Irene didn't have time to react. Edo pushed her forward, forcing her to fall to her knees between Anna's open legs. "Lick," he commanded, his hand pressing down on the back of her neck.

Irene's tongue grazed Anna's lips, and the moan that escaped was so intense that Edo felt his cock harden completely. "Good bitch," he murmured, positioning himself behind Anna. With a sharp thrust, he penetrated her pussy with two fingers, feeling her already tight and hot around him. "Now let's see how long you can hold out."