In Class

Nathan Bronson lingers in the empty classroom after the bell, papers forgotten. Chalk scratches against blackboard. Two sloppy circles. Big tits with stupid nipples, almost offensive in daylight. He sits, flies down, fist working slow then fast. Door opens. Katrina Colt and Kenzie Taylor stand there staring, skirts still creased from planning how to fuck on that same desk in secret. Nathan freezes mid-stroke, cock wet and jerking in his grip. They were looking for a thrill—dry erase markers, after-hours quiet, sneakers on linoleum—but they got a live show instead. Katrina laughs first, low and dangerous. Kenzie’s mouth curves wicked. Their hunger changes the air. Then they’re on him. Nathan doesn’t ask. Three mouths, six hands, desk legs scraping the tile. Tongues clash. Cum splashes pale thighs. Sweat soaks test papers. The chalk drawing watches, dumb and smug. Every thrust louder than the last bell.