Aiden sat back in the sturdy wooden student chair—legs spread wide, uniform shirt unbuttoned down the front, exposing the hard planes of his chest and abdomen. The classroom still smelled of chalk dust, old books, and now the thick, unmistakable musk of sex. Afternoon sunlight slanted through tall windows, painting golden stripes across the rows of empty desks and the floor littered with discarded ribbons, blazers, and panties.
Selvara straddled his lap—facing him—her long white hair cascading like silk over her shoulders, wings half-spread and trembling behind her. Her blazer lay crumpled on the floor beside the chair; blouse hung open, black lace bra shoved down beneath her heavy breasts, letting them bounce freely with every rise and fall. Her skirt was bunched around her waist—black lace panties long gone—leaving her slick, swollen pussy stretched wide around Aiden's thick cock.
