The textbooks were forgotten the moment my hand brushed against her thigh. We were supposed to be reviewing biology, but a hotter kind of anatomy was on the syllabus now. The air in the room thickened, charged with a horny tension you could taste.

"Focus," she had whispered earlier, but her eyes were already glazed, pupils blown wide with want. My fingers traced the hem of her shorts, dipping underneath to feel the hot, smooth skin of her inner thigh. She shifted on the couch, a soft gasp escaping her lips as my touch inched higher.

"What are we doing?" she breathed, the question more a moan than words. Her pussy was already a furnace, heat radiating through the thin cotton of her panties. I didn't answer with words. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and panties, pulling them down her legs in one rough, urgent motion. Her cunt was exposed, glistening and pink, her pussy lips already swollen and begging for attention.

I dove in, my mouth finding her clit before she could utter another protest. I sucked and licked, my tongue fucking her slit, drinking her sweet, tangy juices. Her hips bucked off the couch, her hands fisting in my hair. "Oh god," she moaned, the sound raw and ragged. "Oh fuck, right there!"

Foreplay was a frantic, wet scramble. I stripped off my jeans, my cock springing free, already rock-hard and leaking. I rubbed the swollen head through her soaked folds, coating myself in her slick. The sound was obscene—a wet, squelching promise of what was to come.

"Tell me what you want," I growled, positioning myself at