That was quick

John's fingers tightened in Alice's hair. "Alice—" His voice came out hoarse, strangled by the wet heat of her mouth and Emma's fingers creeping up his thigh. The rational part of his brain screamed that this was madness—broad daylight, café windows uncovered, any student could walk in—but Alice's tongue swirled around his cockhead with practiced precision, erasing all coherent thought.

Emma's giggle vibrated against his neck as she guided Alice's hand between her own thighs. "She's *dripping* for you," Emma murmured, her lips brushing his ear as Alice's fingers slid through her slick folds with an obscene wet sound. "Wants to feel you inside her."

John's hips jerked involuntarily when Alice pulled off with a wet pop, her lips glistening. "No—" he managed, but it came out weak, unconvincing even to his own ears as Alice rose on her knees, her skirt hiking higher. She straddled his lap in one fluid motion, her folds grinding against his throbbing length.

"Alice—*stop*—" John's hands flew to her hips, but his grip lacked conviction. His thumbs brushed the lace tops of her stockings, the heat of her skin searing through the fabric. Alice rocked forward, her slick folds dragging along his shaft as she leaned in to capture his lips. The kiss was all teeth and desperation, her tongue sliding against his as she positioned him at her entrance.

Emma's fingers dug into his shoulder, her breath coming fast beside them. "She's *never* let anyone fuck her," Emma whispered, her nails scraping down his chest. "She’s untainted."

John groaned against Alice's mouth—half protest, half plea—as she rubbed herself against his cockhead, her wetness smearing across his length. Every rational thought evaporated when she arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest, her nipples stiff through the thin fabric of her tank top.

"Principal Lee," Alice gasped against his lips, her hips circling in slow, torturous motions, "I want—" She broke off with a whimper as his cock slid between her folds, the tip brushing her clit. Her thighs trembled around him, her breath hitching when he twitched against her soaked entrance. She rolled her hips again, her slick heat enveloping just the tip of him, and John's head thumped back against the chair with a groan. "Fuck—Alice—"

Emma's fingers tangled in Alice's hair, tugging her head back to expose the pale column of her throat. "Take him," Emma ordered, her voice husky as she guided Alice's hips lower. "All of him."

John's palms pressed against Alice's hips—not pushing, not really, just hovering there like he might remember how to be responsible any second now. She rocked forward again, her slick folds dragging along the swollen head of his cock, and his fingers spasmed against her stockings. "Alice—wait—" His voice cracked halfway through the word as she ground down harder, her wetness smearing across his length in a way that made his thighs tremble.

Emma's breath hitched beside them, her fingers tightening in Alice's hair. "She can't," Emma murmured, her other hand sliding down to guide Alice's hips. "Look how *wet* she is." Her thumb brushed Alice's clit deliberately, and Alice whimpered, her thighs shaking as she sank another inch onto John's cock.

John's grip tightened—finally, *finally* trying to shove her off—but Alice arched her back at the same moment, her breasts pressing against his chest through the thin fabric of her tank top. The sudden friction short-circuited whatever protest he'd been forming. "Fuck—*Alice*—" His hips jerked upward involuntarily, and just like that, the last shred of resistance shattered as the tight heat of her swallowed him deeper.

Alice's moan vibrated against his collarbone where she'd buried her face, her fingers scrabbling at his shoulders for balance. "Oh god—*Principal Lee*—" Alice's voice splintered into a gasp as she bottomed out, her hips flush against his thighs.