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The room was a symphony of carnal sounds—moans, grunts, the wet slap of flesh against flesh, and the incessant drip of bodily fluids onto the floor.
The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a miasma that clung to her skin and filled her lungs. Her body was a vessel, a receptacle for their lust and degradation.
She could feel their cum inside her, a hot, sticky mess that dripped out of her and onto the floor, mixing with the sweat and lube.
Her throat was raw, her jaw ached, and her pussy and ass burned with a relentless, throbbing pain. The students took turns, their cocks a blur of flesh and need.