Novel & Cerita Visual Classroom Timer

Chapter contains smut (18+) Ariana's p.o.v I was woken up by loud music, I rubbed my eyes then looked at the small clock that was on my beside table (05 Am) this was way to early than the time I usually woke up. I stood up and went out of my room, I followed the sound of music downstairs and into an open room where loud moans were coming from, I stood frozen watching what was happening in front of me. A naked lady had her hands pressed on the wall to balance herself, she was moaning loudly with her eyes closed while the man that stood behind her was thrusting in her with low groans.

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It says and from the big screen pops up two rules. "At the top of the maze there is visible time. Time is running down. By the time it runs out it means the game is over. At the bottom of that clock is written the theme of the game. Its either, Individual, By partner, Trio or by school.Every 10 hrs the system will change so it is important that you always look at the time, because when the theme becomes Individual.you have no one to trust but yourself.So the rule one is Always look at the time. " It says and follows the second rule.

A red timer appeared in the corner of Jack's vision, projected by his contact lens display. TIME TO DETONATION: 3:00... 2:59... 2:58... He was standing on a bomb, and the fuse was lit.

The timer on it was in its final thirty seconds. He moved.

The countdown ticks behind us on the glowing screen. 04:18:11. 04:18:10. 04:18:09.

"Ok, so in the movies, you have to last longer than the audience. They don't want a quickie, they need you to set a pace in your videos. Start again and go slower." Ben considered her advice and thought there might be merit to it. He slowly, but deliberately took hold of his dick and began jerking, this time using much slower strokes. Taylor smiled. "Better. Keep it slow." She turned more toward him, now seated on the couch below and watching from about three feet away. She took a drink. "Ok, remember, we are providing visual stimulation. What do you think I can see? Me, your audience. What do I see?" Ben considered her perspective.

She slid down until her back hit the wooden door, pulled up the timer on her phone, and set it for three minutes. Outside in the corridor, the school was coming alive. Footsteps hurried past in both directions, a heavy classroom door slammed down the hall, and the intercom clicked on with a muffled announcement about the upcoming exam schedule. She listened to them, her eyes locked entirely on the digital countdown on her screen, sitting perfectly still. The timer went off. The quiet chime cut through the small room. Nadia reached out and picked up the plastic stick. Two lines. Dark and unmistakable.