Mention Parisa

Grinding on your lap, Kim is clothed in a thin, white sundress that hides very little. Only inches from your mouth, her almost-flat chest presses insistently against the gauze-like fabric, the tent of her tiny, brown nipples evidence that her chest is uncovered beneath the thin material. And if the droplets of moisture accumulating on the front of your uniform slacks and filling the room with the scent of the young teen's lust is any indication, Kim has decided against panties for the evening as well.

Drinking in the pure desire assaulting your senses, and with the feeling of tiny, skilled hands tenderly caressing your member through your pants, it's **** to whisper the words that follow.

"Kim, I'm sorry, but as much as I want you, Parisa likes me, and I think doing this might hurt her."

The words tumble from your mouth in a stream; your nervousness is surely obvious to the little co-ed. With this thought your face becomes hot, but you maintain eye contact. Best to be firm, right?

The petite Asian girl stops her ministrations on your clothed cock, and tilts her head in a cute, almost elfin way with her deep, dark eyes locked on yours.

Then, that all-too-familiar smile breaks out on her features, and a feminine giggle escapes her delicate lips.

"Are you serious? Wow, you really are new."

Another giggle, and Kim's hands resume their tickling trek over the front of your trousers. Your cock hardens to an uncomfortable level, straining against the fabric and sending the covered head of your dick to nestle between the bare cheeks of the young cutie's insanely tight bubble butt. When your head prods her ass, she squeaks adorably, stops grinding, and instead begins to press her ass into the tip of your dick. You have no doubt that if you weren't wearing pants, your head would be gingerly prodding her little puckered anus.

"House Pegasus," she continues, "specializes in Tantric Magic, a school which gains its power from lust,"

She clenches her butt, trapping your encased shaft in soft ass, then releases it.

"Desire,"

Kim slides a dainty hand down her abdomen, grabbing the thin hem of her dress, lifting it just enough for you to see her impossibly tiny, dripping slit drooling her juices onto your uniform.

"And love."

With that, the young girl steals a kiss from you, locking her dainty lips onto yours, and playfully teasing your tongue with her own before pulling away, and piercing you with a deep gaze that makes your heart skip a beat.

"Parisa already knows what we're doing. If she felt a little better, she'd probably join in. This is how we train. It's how we get stronger."

Kim leans her little body completely against yours, yielding femininely to your strong frame while freeing your weeping, clothed cock from the embrace of delicious little derriere.

"So do you still want me?" she asks, her clear, beautiful face begging yours with a look of intense longing, "Because I really really want you."

A small, manicured nail is suddenly at the zipper of your pants, awaiting your answer.