Couple 2

The wood groans under the weight of the bodies

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Edo plunges his fingers into Anna's flesh while Irene licks mercilessly, but when his control slips, pleasure turns into pure necessity. Now it's Giulia and Micol's turn to submit to his domination, while the two submissives wait in the corner, still drenched in his juices.

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Edo's fingers dug into the soft flesh of Anna's hips, his nails digging in just enough to leave red marks as he thrust into her with sharp thrusts, his hips slamming against her exposed ass. The desk creaked under the weight of their bodies, the old wood groaning every time he pushed deeper, his balls tightening against the base of his cock every time he felt Anna's pussy contract around his fingers. It wasn't just one finger anymore. Two fingers had become three, clenched inside her up to her wrist, his palm pressing against her swollen clit as he worked her mercilessly.

Irene, still kneeling between Anna's spread thighs, her tongue flattened against her wet slit, her lips closing around her clit every time Edo commanded her with a growl. "Lick it like it's the last time, slut." Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, mixing with Anna's juices that ran down her chin, her neck, staining her still-lowered bra. Her hands trembled on Anna's thighs, fingers digging into the skin as if searching for a foothold, something to hold on to as the world around her was reduced to that sour-sweet taste, that moist heat filling her mouth.

Edo felt his orgasm building from the base of his spine, a burning heat creeping up his leg muscles, his abs contracting. It wasn't a matter of control now. It was pure, animalistic need. "Fuck," he hissed through his teeth, his voice breaking, as he pulled his fingers from Anna's pussy with a lewd, wet sound. His cock, already rock-hard, throbbed against his palm as he grasped it, rubbing the wet tip against Anna's tight entrance. He didn't wait. He didn't ask. He thrust in with a single, violent thrust, her lips parting around his length as if they were made for him, the heat enveloping him in a perfect grip.

Anna screamed, her back arching so hard her nipples brushed the wood of the desk, her fingers gripping the edge until their knuckles went white. "God—! Edo, fuck, too much—!" But he didn't stop. He didn't care if it was too much. He didn't care if she could take it all. The only thing that mattered was that tight hole clenching around him, the muscles inside massaging him as he began to move, his hips slamming against her ass with thrusts that made the entire desk shake.

Irene looked up, her lashes wet with sweat and fluids, just in time to see Edo's cock disappear inside Anna, the swollen veins pulsing every time he pushed deeper. Her mouth filled with saliva at the thought of what was about to happen. She knew it. She could feel it in the air, that moment when he would lose all semblance of control. And she wanted to be there. She wanted to be part of it. Her tongue slid lower, past Anna's pussy, until it grazed Edo's balls every time he withdrew, the salty taste of her skin mingling with the sweetness of Anna's juices.

"Yeah, like that, bitch," Edo growled, a hand reaching down to grab her hair, pulling her head back until she was forced to look at him. "You want my cum, huh? You want it in that dirty little mouth?" He didn't wait for an answer. He didn't give a damn whether she wanted it or not. The truth was, he was going to give it to her anyway.

Anna's leg muscles began to tremble, her thighs tightening around Irene's head as another orgasm washed over her, her body writhing beneath them as if trying to escape the intense pleasure. "I—I can't—fuck, Edo, I'm going to—!" But the words were lost in a scream as he sank deep inside her, his balls contracting against the entrance to her pussy, his cock throbbing as he began to come.

The first spurt was violent, almost painful, the cum shooting inside Anna with a force that made her jump, her toes curling. Irene felt the heat through the walls of Anna's pussy, the thick liquid oozing out almost immediately, mixing with her juices and saliva, and without thinking, she pounced on it, her tongue extending to lick away every drop that escaped.

Edo moaned, his body tensing as he continued to come, his cock throbbing again, again, again. "Fuck, yes—take it, bitches. Take it all." The final spurt was less powerful, but long enough to escape from Anna's pussy entrance just as Irene leaned in to lick it. A thick, white drop landed on her tongue, another dripped onto her lower lip, sticky, hot. Instinctively, she closed her mouth, swallowing the salty, metallic taste that filled her throat.

For a moment, there was only silence, broken only by Anna's labored breathing, still trembling, her thighs opening and closing as if trying to hold back something that was already outside. Edo remained still, his cock still buried inside her, his hands gripping her hips as if he wanted to brand her. Then, slowly, he withdrew, his wet member sliding out with a wet sound, a trail of cum and juices dripping down Anna's thighs.

"Good," he murmured, more to himself than to them, before tugging on Irene's hair, forcing her to her knees. "Now get out of my way. Go to the corner, with your legs spread and your hands on your head. I want to see you like this until I tell you otherwise." He didn't wait for any objections. He wouldn't have allowed them anyway.

Anna slid down from the desk, her legs shaking, cum dripping down her inner thighs, leaving a whitish trail that glistened in the dim classroom light. Irene followed her, her knees creaking on the cold floor as they moved to the far corner, where they squatted as ordered, their backs against the wall, their legs spread, their hands clasped behind their heads. Anna's eyes were half-closed, her chest rising and falling in fits and starts, while Irene kept her gaze fixed on Edo, her lips still glossy, a trickle of cum dripping from the corner of her mouth.

He didn't even glance at her. He turned to the rest of the class, his cock still semi-hard and hanging wetly between his thighs, his balls heavy with the cum he'd just emptied. "Next," he said, his voice regaining that cold, calculating tone. "Giulia and Micol. Here. Now." There was no room for discussion. There was no room for hesitation.

Giulia and Micol exchanged a glance, then slowly rose from the floor where they were sitting next to each other, their hands brushing as if seeking reassurance. Micol still had the marks of Giulia's bites on her neck, red and swollen, while Giulia ran a hand through her hair, trying to fix it, even though she knew it was useless. As they passed Anna and Irene, Giulia slowed slightly, her eyes flicking to the cum dripping down Anna's thighs, to Irene's still-wet lips. "God," she whispered, too softly for Edo to hear.

But he already had other things on his mind. He sat down on the desk, his cock already beginning to stir as he watched the two girls approach, their naked, sweaty bodies, their breasts rising and falling with each breath. "On your knees," he ordered, indicating the space in front of him. "Both of you." The game began again. And he was still the master.