Now Anita's turn, Her eyes flashed with determination as she dropped to her knees, her hands working swiftly to undo Joy's belt and pants. She needed to taste him, to feel his hardness in her mouth. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, marveling at its size and weight. His cock was a thing of beauty, long and thick, veined like marble, with a slight upward curve that promised to hit all the right spots. Anita licked her lips, anticipating the taste of him. She ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, savoring the salty musk of his skin. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, and she lapped it up eagerly, moaning softly at the flavor.
His cock twitched under her tongue, and Joy groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair. "Fuck, Anita," he muttered, his hips jerking forward slightly. She took him fully into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deep. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum.
Anita bobbed her head up and down, taking more of him into her mouth with each pass. Her saliva coated his shaft, easing the way as she sucked him harder, faster. One hand gripped the base of his cock, twisting slightly as she pumped him in time with her movements. The other massaged his balls, rolling them gently in her palm.
Joy's hips bucked involuntarily, his cock swelling even thicker in Anita's mouth. "Fuuuuck," he groaned " aaaaahhh.....", his grip on her hair tightening. She hummed around him, the vibration sending shockwaves through his body. Her eyes watered slightly as she took him deeper, relaxing her throat to accommodate his length. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed reflexively, causing him to roar with pleasure.
Joy's grip on Anita's hair became almost painful as he held her head still, his hips thrusting wildly. He was close, so fucking close. "Gonna cum," he grunted, his warning garbled. Anita redoubled her efforts, sucking him harder, taking him deeper. She wanted his cum, craved the taste of him. Joy let out a guttural roar as his cock pulsed, ropes of hot semen shooting into Anita's waiting mouth.
The first rope of Joy's cum hit the back of Anita's throat, and she swallowed instinctively, the taste exploding across her senses. It was warm and salty, with a slight bitter aftertaste that lingered on her tongue. The scent filled her nostrils, musky and earthy, mixed with the faint aroma of his sweat and the lingering notes of his cologne.
Joy's grip on Anita's hair loosened as his orgasm subsided, leaving him panting and spent. She slowly released his softening cock from her mouth, licking her lips as she looked up at him with smoldering eyes. "Fuck, you taste good," she purred, standing up and wiping a stray drop of cum from her chin. He pulled her to him, crushing her lips in a fierce kiss, tasting himself on her tongue.
His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming her with a primal ferocity that stole her breath. Anita melted into him, her body moldings to his as if they were two halves of the same whole. His hands roamed her curves, gripping her ass and lifting her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his hardness press against her core through the layers of clothing separating them.
He carried her effortlessly, striding down the deserted corridor with single-minded purpose. Anita clung to him, her arms looped around his neck, her breath hot against his ear. He kicked open the door to an empty classroom, slamming it shut behind them before pinning her against it. His mouth crushed hers, hungry and demanding, as his hands roamed her body, tearing at the fabric of her clothes.
Joy's hands tore at Anita's salwar kameez, buttons popping off and fabric ripping as he exposed her body to his hungry gaze. Her breasts spilled out, creamy mounds with rosy peaks that begged for his mouth. He latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while his hand squeezed the other, pinching and rolling the bud between his fingers. Anita gasped, her back arching off the door as pleasure shot straight to her core.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, urging him on as he moved lower, trailing kisses down her stomach. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her salwar, pulling them down along with her underwear in one swift motion. His tongue darted out, licking a line up her slit, tasting her arousal. She was dripping wet, her juices coating his chin as he devoured her pussy like a man starved.
His tongue delved deep into her folds, licking and probing every inch of her slick pussy. Anita cried out, her thighs trembling as she rode his face, grinding against him shamelessly. Joy groaned into her cunt, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her body. His hands gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them wide as he licked up to her tight little rosebud.
His tongue circled her puckered hole, teasing and probing gently before pressing firmly against the tight muscle. Anita gasped, her body tensing as she felt him invade her most private place. The sensation was overwhelming, his tongue lashing at her entrance as he rimmed her asshole with eager fervor. No one had ever touched her there before, and the taboo nature of it sent shivers down her spine.
His tongue penetrated her asshole, sliding in and out with practiced ease. Anita moaned loudly, her body shuddering with a mix of pleasure and shock. The sensation was unlike anything she'd experienced before-a forbidden thrill that sent waves of ecstasy crashing through her. Joy continued to rim her relentlessly, his tongue probing deeper, stretching her tight hole wider with each lash.
Joy finally relented, his tongue withdrawing from Anita's asshole with a wet pop. She whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her body aching for more. He stood up, towering over her as he shrugged off his shirt and pushed down his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, ready to claim her. Anita reached out, wrapping her fingers around his shaft as she stroked him gently.
He spun her around roughly, pushing her against the cold metal desk. Anita gasped at the sudden change in position, her nipples hardening as they brushed against the rough surface. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with anticipation. Joy positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he lined up his cock with her dripping pussy.
Joy pressed the head of his cock against Anita's entrance, feeling her heat radiating against him. He teased her, rubbing the tip up and down her slick folds, coating himself in her juices. She whimpered, pushing back against him, trying to impale herself on his length. But Joy held firm, refusing to give in to her demands. Not yet. With a growl, Joy thrust into Anita hard, burying his cock deep inside her pussy in one brutal stroke. She cried out, her body tensing as he stretched her wide around his thick girth. He paused for a moment, giving her time to adjust to his size before beginning to move again. Slowly at first, he slid out until just the tip remained inside her, then rammed back in with force.
He set a punishing pace, his hips slapping against her ass as he drove into her with reckless abandon. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, mingling with Anita's cries of pleasure and Joy's grunts of exertion. Her pussy clenched around him, muscles rippling as she struggled to accommodate his size. He grabbed a handful of her hair, tugging her head back sharply as he leaned down to bite her earlobe.
"Fuck me harder!" Anita demanded, her voice echoing through the empty classroom. Joy didn't need to be told twice; he complied, his hips slamming into her with brutal force. The desk rattled beneath them, threatening to topple over with each powerful thrust. Sweat dripped from Joy's brow, landing on Anita's back as he leaned over her, one hand gripping her hip while the other fisted in her hair. "You like that?"
"Harder!" Anita screamed, her voice raw with lust and desperation. Joy's grip on her hip tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her with renewed vigor. The desk shook violently, scraping against the tile floor as he fucked her mercilessly. "Yes! Yes! Just like that!" she chanted, her body convulsing with each brutal thrust.
Anita's body shuddered with each violent thrust, her inner walls clenching tightly around Joy's invading cock. The desk groaned in protest, its metal legs screeching against the floor as he slammed into her relentlessly. Her moans" umm.." echoed through the classroom, a symphony of pleasure and pain that fueled his savage pace. "Harder..." she gasped "aaahh..." , her voice barely recognizable. "Fuck me harder."
His grip on her hair tightened, using it to pull her back against him as he snapped his hips forward. Anita's scream pierced the air, a mixture of pain and pleasure as her body convulsed around him. He knew she was close, but he wasn't done with her yet. Not by a long shot. He slowed his pace, drawing out each thrust, savoring the feel of her tight pussy gripping his cock.
Joy's control began to unravel, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his release. "Cum for me," he commanded, his voice hoarse with strain. "Let me feel that sweet pussy squeeze my cock." Anita let out a desperate cry, her body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her pussy spasmed around Joy's cock, milking him as he continued to pound into her relentlessly.
His hands found her breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly as he continued to thrust into her from behind. Her nipples were hard pebbles under his fingers, and he rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers, eliciting another series of gasps and moans from Anita. "You like that?" he growled in her ear. "You like being fucked like this?" "Yes... yes..." she panted, her body writhing against his.
Anita's orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing wildly as she screamed out Joy's name. He held her tightly, his hips continuing to piston against her ass as he chased his own release. Her pussy clamped down on him, milking his cock with ruthless efficiency. With a roar, Joy buried himself balls-deep inside her and came, his hot seed flooding her depths.
Joy's grip on Anita loosened slightly as his orgasm subsided, but he kept her pinned against him, his cock still embedded deep within her. They both panted heavily, their bodies slick with sweat and trembling from the intensity of their release. He turned her head towards him, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss, swallowing her moans as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm.