"It's a simple science, really: the little bell on your phone instigates a biological response—your legs squeeze together and your pussy starts to drip. You regret letting that slip during a text exchange with Jiwoo—now all she does is send you images at vastly inconvenient times of the day."
You always love hearing the ‘Ding!’ from your phone. It only means one thing—Kim Jiwoo has sent you a message.
You know you shouldn’t open it. You know you should resist it. Not now, not during class. However, you’re not that disciplined a girl.
It’s a simple science, really: the little bell on your phone instigates a biological response—your legs squeeze together and your pussy starts to drip. You regret letting that slip during a text exchange with Jiwoo—now all she does is send you images at vastly inconvenient times of the day. You can’t afford to be distracted in class, but…
[Kim Jiwoo | 10:05am]
Bet you’re wet right now, dear.
You bite your lip and softly exhale in frustration. When you move to reply, another photo comes in.
[Kim Jiwoo | 10:06am]
I can fix it for you right now.
Five minutes, Theater Club Room.
(Image attached)
You nearly moan at the sight of Jiwoo’s next image. She has her hard cock fished out of her pants, and you can’t help but flood your panties admiring her thick and veiny shaft.
[Kim Jiwoo | 10:06am]
Come quick.
Suddenly, class isn’t important any more.
———
You barely manage to close the door to the Club Room before you’re ambushed by Jiwoo herself. It doesn’t take much longer before you’re desperately tearing off each other’s clothes. T-shirts, her pants, your skirt, underwear—all sorts of clothing gets dropped to the floor and forgotten in your haste to enjoy each other. When both you and her are naked, Jiwoo shoves you against the table, and you’re now bent over it.
“Shit, you’re really fucking wet.”
Jiwoo licks her lips, her eyes locked on your dripping cunt. Her cock twitches, and precum drips from her tip to the floor.
“This is all your fault—”
You never finish your sentence. Jiwoo grips you by your ponytail and tugs at it, and you yelp in surprise.
“My fault?
"I’m not the needy girl who gets wet at the ring of a bell, dear.”
“A—Aagh…”
Jiwoo’s tip catches your clit when she taps your slit with her cock. You can hear Jiwoo’s smirk as she lines herself up, and she pushes in just enough for you to feel her tip at your entrance.
“Let’s fix each other’s problems, shall we?”
You don’t have to answer—Jiwoo answers it for you with one thrust. Your moans mix with hers in the empty room, and then Jiwoo pulls out halfway to thrust in again. Her hands wrap around your body to knead your breasts and nipples, and you’re pulled back into her embrace. You feel her hard nipples press into your back, and with each hard thrust, Jiwoo groans so sultrily into your ear that you can’t help but get wetter for her.
“Fuck, so tight, so wet, ugh…”
Jiwoo’s lips crash against yours in a torrid kiss, and both of you moan into each other’s mouths. You push yourself back on Jiwoo’s every stroke, her cock brushing against your G-spot every time.
“Oh my God, Jiwoo, you feel so good inside me, oh fuck, fuck…”
You let out an even needier moan when Jiwoo’s fingers glide over your clit and begin to rub circles on it. Your pleasure multiplies—waves of it wash across your body, and you can’t help but moan louder for Jiwoo.
“God yes, moan for me, that’s so hot, dear.”
Jiwoo wastes no more words—she thrusts harder instead.
“I’m sorry we can’t keep this going longer—I need to cum, dear, and you’re going to take all of it, okay?”
“Yes, fuck, please…”
With your consent, Jiwoo pushes both you and her into the home stretch—she fucks you faster, harder, and you respond in kind with timely pushes of your hips backwards to meet her in the middle. Jiwoo’s cock seems to get bigger, her cock twitching more, and you get wetter and tighter in response as your orgasm builds. It doesn’t take much longer before you’re both at the edge of orgasm.
“I’m not gonna hold on for much longer, dear.”
“Fuck it, cum with me, inside me.”
Jiwoo speeds up again, and both of you don’t bother with controlling the volume of your moans anymore. The loud clap of her body against yours echoes around the room, and your moans rise to a crescendo when Jiwoo’s hips slam right against your ass, and you feel her hot cum flood your cunt, burst after burst of hot cum blasting right into your body. Jiwoo’s cock twitches deep inside you with every burst of cum, and you gasp and whine with every sensation of her cumming into your tight body. Her orgasm triggers yours—you shudder in her embrace as your juices spray out of your cunt, and you squirt all over the floor, her legs, and yours. Gush after gush of your pleasure drenches the floor, and Jiwoo seems to cum even more knowing she’s made you squirt—both of your orgasms seem to last forever. When everything subsides, Jiwoo pulls out of you, and a stream of thick cum drips out from your hole to the floor, and you’re panting, slumped over the desk, exhausted after the session.
Jiwoo cleans you up—you’re surprised to feel the wet cloth run across your skin.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t worry, darling. Least I could do, right?” She gives you a soft kiss on your cheek, then throws your clothes to you.
“Get dressed, dear. I’ll see ya’ later.”
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