Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 105: time starts

"Time starts now," Olivia muttered, voice tight with irritation—but her hips were already moving, her full breasts heaving under her blouse as she sank down fully onto Lor’s lap, her bare thighs flush against his clothed ones, the heat of her pussy pressing through her lavender lace panties onto the thick ridge of his cock beneath his pants.

She started to grind.

Slow at first—agonizingly slow.

Her soaked pussy sliding over the length of him, the fabric adding a rough friction that caught her clit just right, sending sparks up her spine.

She hissed through her teeth, her hazel eyes fluttering shut, her round hips circling as she pressed down harder, feeling him throb beneath her, the pressure building in her core like a storm gathering.

Lor exhaled sharply into the heat above him—into the soft, trembling flesh of Nellie’s pussy.

Her thick thighs clamped a little tighter by instinct, squishing his face as she whimpered, her wide hips settling heavier, her small breasts rising with a quick, shaky breath under her top.

She wasn’t moving.

She was just... sitting on him.

Overwhelmed, her pussy hovering so close his breath—hot, damp—flowed over her slit with every exhale, making her twitch, her folds glistening under the low light, the musky scent of her arousal filling his nose.

Every breath made her more sensitive, made her clench, her entrance quivering as his nose brushed her mound, his lips sitting just beneath, the warmth closing in like a tease she couldn’t escape.

She moaned again, small and shaky, her lilac panties discarded on the floor, her thick ass cheeks pressing against his chest.

Lor licked his lips—purely to wet them again—but his tongue brushed right against her lower lips, a fleeting taste of her sweetness making her gasp.

Nellie’s thighs squeezed his head tighter by reflex. "L-Lor... that—did you just—"

"That was for air," he said, muffled under her weight, his voice vibrating against her pussy, sending a jolt through her clit.

Then he didn’t wait for another excuse.

His tongue parted her folds slowly, tasting her from bottom to top in one single stroke, lapping at her slick entrance, the flavor of her—sweet and tangy—flooding his mouth.

Nellie cried out, her fingers clenching the headboard, hips jolting forward, nearly smothering him completely, her thick thighs trembling as she ground down instinctively, her small breasts bouncing lightly under her top.

He licked again.

Deeper this time, his tongue dipping into her pussy, swirling inside her tight heat, her walls clenching around the intrusion as she whimpered, her juices dripping down his chin.

And again, his hands gripping her thick ass cheeks, spreading them wider to bury his face deeper, sucking lightly on her clit before tonguing her entrance, the wet sounds of his mouth on her filling the room, her moans growing louder, sweeter.

Her pussy was wet, hot, needy, and she was already breathing faster, panting softly over his head, her wide hips rocking slightly as she chased the pleasure, her bra straining against her small breasts with each gasp.

Meanwhile, Olivia’s rhythm had picked up, her full breasts bouncing with each grind, nipples hard against her blouse as she rode the ridge of his cock harder, her pussy lips parting around the shape of him through the fabric, her lavender lace panties soaked and sticking to her folds.

The friction was deliciously torturous—her clit rubbing raw against the rough material, sparks shooting through her core with every circle of her round hips.

She bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan, her hazel eyes glazing over as she felt him throb beneath her, the heat building low in her belly.

She was already slick, her pussy dripping and rubbing and nearly cumming with every grind—and it wasn’t even skin-to-skin.

"Fuck," she whispered, her voice breathy, thighs clenching around his hips. "This shouldn’t feel this good..."

But it did, the pressure of his hardness against her clit making her pussy throb, her full breasts heaving as she ground faster, chasing the edge, her round ass flexing with each motion.

There was something about Lor—

About submitting to this ridiculous "ritual," about hearing Nellie’s flushed, breathless moans above him, her thick thighs quaking as he devoured her, about knowing he was the one under them, hard as hell, tongue-fucking one girl while grinding helplessly under another.

It made Olivia’s pussy clench, her juices soaking through her panties onto his pants, the wet spot growing with every thrust of her hips.

Olivia’s stomach clenched.

Her eyes rolled back for a second as her clit throbbed against him.

Her breath came in short, stuttered gasps, her full breasts bouncing wildly now, nipples rubbing against her blouse.

Below her, Lor couldn’t breathe properly, but he didn’t care, his tongue buried in Nellie’s pussy, lapping at her relentlessly, her thick ass cheeks pressing against his chest as she rode his face harder, her moans a sweet symphony above him.

Nellie was panting now—sobbing little moans, sweet and desperate, her pussy gushing against his tongue, her small breasts heaving as she gripped the headboard tighter, her wide hips grinding down, smothering him in her softness.

The minutes ticked on.

Six.

Seven.

Eight...

Olivia’s panties were a mess, soaked through, her pussy lips swollen and sensitive, her clit pulsing with every slide over his cock.

She whimpered—"mmm—ah—fuck—Lor—"—her round hips circling faster, the friction building to a fever pitch, her full breasts straining against her blouse as she chased release.

Lor’s hips twitched under her, his cock throbbing dangerously inside his pants, the pressure from her grinding pussy too much, the taste of Nellie’s juices flooding his mouth pushing him closer.

And then—at nine minutes and twenty-two seconds—he broke.

He groaned into Nellie’s pussy, the vibration sending her over, his body bucking beneath Olivia as his cock spasmed, hot jets of cum spilling into his underwear, coating the inside with thick, sticky heat, the sensation pulsing through the fabric against Olivia’s grinding pussy.

His entire body arched, the groan muffled but intense, his hands gripping Nellie’s thick ass harder as he came.

Olivia felt it—