The bell for the next class rang, and she slipped into the room, hoping to find refuge in the sea of faces. But fate had other plans. In the back row, the last bench, she found two of them, their leers following her every move. The desks had been pushed together, leaving no room for escape. The taller boy, Karan, sat on her left, his cock already straining against his zipper, while the other, Aakash, sat on her right, his hand already reaching for her thigh.
Mr. Morris droned on about algebra, his voice a distant buzz as she focused on the hardness pressing against her leg. The thrill of the forbidden filled her, a sweet ache that she knew she could never ignore again. She glanced down, her eyes widening as she saw her own hand, white-knuckled, wrapped around Karan's cock. His eyes met hers, a silent challenge, and she felt the heat of Aakash's hand on her breast, his fingers toying with her sensitive nipples.
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