Mag-log inI scrambled to sit up, but my fingers didn't care. My fingers kept stroking in and out as my head fell back.I didn't care who it was,but I needed him, and wished he could come close.“Wow, she's so cute,”another voice said.my heart dropping straight into my stomach. My breath caught in my throat. Standing just a few feet away, right where the sand met the concrete path, were three guys. I couldn't make out their faces clearly in the dark, but I could see their silhouettes—tall, broad, and standing completely still as they looked down at me.Panic, sharp and blinding, flashed through me as I realized exactly how vulnerable I was, lying naked on the cold floor in the middle of the nightMy legs were already spread open facing the guys as they approached me. The blonde one stepped closer to me. Without saying a word, he leaned down, his lips meeting mine in a slow, deep kiss that tasted faintly of the summer heat. The warmth of his mouth sent an immediate shockwave through my chest,
The air inside the building was hot, I woke up from the dusty room inside the building but this time outside the building was freezing, but my body was a mess.I was covered with cum. When I finally left that classroom, the silence of the school at night hit me like a physical wall. It was dark. The kind of deep, heavy dark that settles over a campus after hours, when all the lights are clicked off and everyone has gone home.My legs were shaking so badly I could barely keep my balance. Every step down the concrete corridor felt like an effort. My knees wobbled, weak and loose from everything that had just happened in that room. I had to press one hand flat against the cold bricks of the wall just to keep myself upright.Just getting to the gates, I kept telling myself. Just walk.But my mind was completely blank, spinning in circles. The guy back there—the one whose name I didn't even know—had given me strict instructions before I left. He had looked me dead in the eye, his voice
"Put me down," I whispered, though my voice lacked any real conviction.He didn't answer. He just tightened his hold, as he moved into another room his chest rising and falling heavily against my shoulder. He smelled like winter air and something sharp, like expensive cologne mixed with cedarwood. It made my head spin.As he shut the door with his heel. The lock clicked. The sound echoed in the quiet space.The room was dark, lit only by the pale afternoon light filtering through the high window blinds. Before I could fully take in the rows of stacked desks and the empty chalkboard,He moved toward a wide, low bench against the wall and laid me down on it. The surface was cool against my bare skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating off his body as he leaned over me.For a second, neither of us moved. He hovered above me, his shadow blocking out the rest of the room. I could hear his steady, deep breathing."What brought you here?" he asked. His voice was low, rough around the ed
His large hand slid right down the front of my skirt. He didn't waste any time. He pushed the fabric up to my waist, his rough fingers scraping against my inner thighs. I dropped my head back against the locker, my eyes closing as his hand reached the center of my panties.He slid his fingers under the elastic. The moment his bare hand touched my wetness, he let out a dark, satisfied chuckle."You're dripping, Hillary," he murmured, sliding two long fingers right inside me.“Ohhh! Oh god... god... no, whatever your name is...” I cried out, my hips bucking upward against his hand automatically."It's Marcus," he growled, burying his face in my neck. He bit the soft skin there, right where my neck met my shoulder.“Marcus! Ah... it's too much... please...”Marcus didn't listen. He moved his fingers inside my pussy,his fingers moved in and out of my wet hungry pussy in a fast, heavy rhythm. “Ahhh!...ohhhh!”...I was so incredibly wet for him.His fingers dipping in that every push made
The school hallway was quiet. The walls were painted a dull green, and the floor smelled like strong soap. I had come to visit my brother, but a teacher at the front desk told me he had a long exam."He won't be out for another hour," the teacher had said, pointing down the hall. "You can wait in the lobby.“Hmmmm, okay sir,” I responded.I, Hillary? Listen? No, I can never sit at a spot,not after sitting in the bus for over 2 hours.I didn't want to stand around like a stranger either,so I decided to take a walk. The building was large and old. I turned a corner, then another, walking deeper into a section of the school that seemed completely empty. Most of the classroom doors were shut.At the very end of a long, dim corridor, I saw a door that was slightly open. A soft, strange sound was coming from inside. It sounded like someone gasping for air. Then, it became a low, heavy groan.“Mnnn... ahhh...”My feet stopped. My heart gave a little jump. I should have turned around and wa
"I... I..." a stutter came out. My heart dropped straight into my stomach, and my eyes became glassy with hot tears. Thoughts of death filled my mind. This is it, I thought. He is going to kill me right here and now. He lifted the knife, wiping the stain of blood from the blade onto my dress. His large right hand reached down to lift up the skirt of my maid uniform. His rough fingers found my bare, wet skin, touching the sensitive center that was already dripping from pure fear and excitement. "I'm... I'm sorry," I stammered, the words choking in my throat. "Shut it, baby Maya," he said. "This is your warning," he growled, pinning my body hard against the wall. The cold wood of the wall pressed hard against my bare back as he hitched my skirt up past my waist. His dark eyes locked onto mine, completely empty of mercy. The contrast of the sharp, silver knife in his left hand against the heat of his right hand sliding over my inner thigh made my whole body shiver violently. "Plea







