The air was thick with the musky scent of their pleasure, the faint creak of the locked door sealing their private world, their rivalry and arousal intertwining in the heavy silence.

Lor propped himself up on one elbow, his black hair falling messily into his face, his lean chest heaving as he caught his breath, his cock still hard, throbbing faintly.

His lazy grin curled wider, his gaze flicking between Myra's freckled curves and Viora's toned body.

"Fuck, you two," he murmured, his voice rough but playful, a teasing acknowledgment of their shared heat.

"That was… intense. You both okay?" His words were light, but his hazel eyes burned with hunger, reading their flushed faces—Myra's shy curiosity, Viora's guarded defiance.

Myra's brown eyes fluttered open, her cheeks flushed, her full breasts swaying slightly as she shifted to sit up, her body still trembling with aftershocks.

"Gods… Lor," she whispered, her voice hoarse, a shaky smirk crossing her lips as she glanced at Viora, their rivalry sparking faintly even now.

Viora's smirk widened, her green eyes narrowing as she pushed herself up to kneel, her body glistening, her ponytail splayed across her shoulder.

"Wait." Lor said.

"I'm not done with you yet. Let's make this next one… unforgettable." His words carried a sultry promise, his eyes flicking between their flushed faces, reading their nervous anticipation.

Myra propped herself up on her elbows, her brown eyes widening, her cheeks still flushed from her climax.

"Unforgettable?" she asked, her voice hoarse, a nervous giggle escaping her lips as she glanced at Viora, their dynamic charged with a playful unease. "What's that mean, Lor?"

Viora's green eyes gleamed, her lips parting in a bold smirk as she tossed her ponytail back, her toned and full breasts swaying slightly.

"Better be something good," she said, her voice low and daring, her gaze locking on Lor's, then flicking to Myra. "I'm not here to be bored after what I just had."

Lor chuckled, the sound low and throaty, his hands reaching out to graze their thighs, his touch light but electric, stoking the heat between them.

"Oh, you won't be," he said, his voice a smooth, seductive rumble. "Viora, get on the desk. Legs spread. Myra, you're gonna taste her. I'll take care of you from behind." His hazel eyes burned with intent, his grin inviting but commanding as he gestured to the dusty bench nearby.

Viora's green eyes widened, a flush creeping up her neck, but her boldness held firm.

"On the desk?" she asked, her voice breathy, a spark of excitement in her gaze as she glanced at Myra.

"Isn't that a bit too much for Myra?" Her words were teasing, laced with a daring edge, her full curves shifting as she rose, moving toward the bench with a sway that drew Lor's eyes.

Myra's cheeks burned, her brown eyes flickering with nerves but glinting with eagerness.

"I can handle it," she said, her voice trembling but firm, crawling toward the desk, her full breasts swaying as she followed Viora.

"Just… don't expect me to go easy on you." Her tone carried a playful defiance, their dynamic simmering with a fresh tension as they positioned themselves.

Viora climbed onto the desk, the wood creaking under her weight, her toned and full frame glowing in the dim light as she spread her legs wide, her wetness glistening, her green eyes locked on Myra's with a daring glint.

"Show me what you've got," she murmured, her voice husky, her ponytail spilling over her shoulder as she leaned back slightly, her breasts rising with her quick breaths.

Lor guided Myra to bend before the desk, his hands firm on her hips as he positioned her between Viora's thighs, her face inches from Viora's exposed pussy.

"Go on, Myra," he murmured, his voice low and coaxing, his hazel eyes dark with hunger. "Taste her. Make her feel it."

He stood behind Myra, his hands sliding to her wrists, pulling her arms gently behind her back, his grip firm but careful, holding her in place as her full breasts pressed against the desk's edge.

Myra hesitated, her brown eyes wide, her breath catching as she glanced up at Viora, their closeness amplifying her nerves.

"I've… never done this," she whispered, her voice shaky, her freckled cheeks flaming as she leaned closer, her lips brushing Viora's inner thigh, the soft skin warm against her mouth.

"Just try," Viora said, her voice breathy but encouraging, her green eyes softening for a moment before glinting with challenge.

"Don't make me wait, Myra." Her thighs parted wider, inviting, dripping with a mix of Lor's precum and her juices, her full curves trembling slightly with anticipation.

Lor's cock brushed against Myra's wetness, his tip teasing her entrance, sending a shiver through her.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice a low growl, his hazel eyes locked on the back of her head as he held her arms behind her, his grip steady.

Myra nodded, her brown eyes fluttering shut, her lips parting to kiss Viora's pussy, her tongue flicking out tentatively, tasting her with a slow, shy lick that drew a sharp gasp from Viora.

Lor pushed in slowly, his cock sliding into Myra's warmth, a low groan escaping him as her tightness enveloped him.

Myra moaned against Viora's skin, her voice muffled, her tongue growing bolder, circling Viora's clit with soft, exploratory licks that made Viora's hips twitch.

"Fuck, Myra," Viora gasped, her green eyes half-lidded, her hands gripping the desk's edge, her full breasts bouncing slightly as she rocked against Myra's mouth.

"You're both… so fucking hot," Lor murmured, his voice rough with pleasure, his hands tightening on Myra's wrists, holding her arms behind her as he thrust slowly, his rhythm deep and sensual, drawing sharp moans from Myra that vibrated against Viora's clit.

Myra's tongue lapped faster, her lips sucking softly, her freckled hips rocking back against Lor's thrusts, her body caught between pleasing Viora and surrendering to Lor.

Viora's breaths quickened, her green eyes locked on Myra's, a spark of intensity flaring as she ground against her mouth.

"Keep… going," she panted, her voice ragged, her full curves trembling as Myra's tongue flicked faster, her lips kissing with growing confidence.

"You're… not bad at this." Her words were breathy, a mix of praise and challenge, her hands reaching down to tangle in Myra's curls, guiding her gently.

Myra moaned louder, her freckled hips bucking against Lor's cock, her tongue swirling with eager, sloppy licks, her brown eyes glinting up at Viora with a hint of defiance.

"You're… so wet," she murmured, her voice muffled, her lips brushing Viora's clit, the vibration sending a shiver through Viora.

Lor's thrusts deepened, his cock driving into Myra, his grip on her wrists firm, keeping her arms pinned as he moved, his hazel eyes flicking between them, drinking in their reactions.

"Fuck, this is so hot," he growled, his voice thick with desire, his rhythm steady and sensual, the classroom a haze of heat and musk, their moans echoing in the dusty air.

Viora's moans peaked, her body tensing, her hands tightening in Myra's hair as she came, a sharp cry escaping her, her thighs quaking, her wetness coating Myra's lips.

Myra's moans followed, her freckled body arching as Lor's thrusts pushed her toward the edge, her tongue still teasing Viora's sensitive clit, drawing soft whimpers.

Lor's rhythm quickened, his cock driving deeper, his groans mixing with Myra's muffled cries as her climax hit, a shuddering wave that left her trembling, her freckled skin slick with sweat.

Lor groaned, his own release building, his thrusts becoming erratic as he pushed Myra through her orgasm.

At the last moment, he pulled out, his cock pulsing as he came, his release spilling hot and thick across Myra's hips and lower back, the warmth coating her freckled skin, dripping slowly down her curves.

He panted, his hazel eyes dark with satisfaction, his lazy grin returning as he released her wrists, letting her collapse forward slightly.

Myra's breath was ragged, her brown eyes fluttering open as she pushed herself up, her cheeks flaming.

"Again?" she whined, her voice hoarse but playful, a mock complaint as she glanced back at Lor, then at the warm release on her skin.

"Why's it always me getting… covered?" Her tone was teasing, but her eyes glinted with a mix of embarrassment and heat, her body still trembling.

Viora's green eyes gleamed, her lips curling into a sly smirk as she slid off the desk, her full curves glowing with sweat.

"Looks good on you, though," she murmured, her voice husky, crawling toward Myra with a daring glint.

Before Myra could respond, Viora leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the warm release from Myra's hip, her lips brushing the freckled skin with slow, deliberate kiss.

The act was bold, sensual, her green eyes flicking up to meet Lor's, a spark of mischief in her gaze as she tasted him on Myra's skin, drawing a soft unexpected gasp from Myra.

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