Joy's thoughts raced as he heard the distant echoes of Professor Meera's pleasure-filled gasps. He knew he needed to act fast, not just for his own desires but because the system's demands were becoming increasingly clear. He glanced back at the window, his eyes drawn to the sight of Anita's tongue lapping at Meera's slick folds. The image sent a jolt of excitement through him, reigniting his primal urges.
Joy snapped his phone shut, his mind racing with ideas. He peered back into the office, watching as Anita's tongue swirled around Meera's clit, eliciting another series of gasps and moans from the professor. The sight sent a surge of excitement through him, reigniting his primal urges. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair.
Joy leaned against the wall beside the window, his breath misting up the cold glass. His mind raced, formulating a plan as he watched Anita's tongue delve deeper into Meera's wet folds. The sight sent a thrill through him, reigniting his primal urges. He snapped his phone shut, his decision made. He would have them both, tonight.
Joy tiptoed back down the hall, his heart pounding in his chest. He had to find Priya and bring her back here. Today, he would complete his mission. He pushed open the heavy doors leading out of the main building and into the crisp night air. The full moon cast long shadows across the quad, illuminating the path ahead.
The cool air felt refreshing against Joy's heated skin as he hurried towards the dormitories. He scanned the area, spotting Priya leaning against a tree near the entrance, her arms crossed and her expression inscrutable. As he approached, she pushed off from the tree and met him halfway. "Where have you been?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern and frustration. "I've been waiting for ages."
"Come with me," Joy said, taking Priya's hand and leading her back towards the main building. He didn't give her time to protest, his grip firm but gentle as he guided her through the silent halls. Priya followed willingly, her curiosity piqued. "Where are we going?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Joy turned to face her, placing a finger on her lips to shush her.
Joy led Priya silently down the familiar corridors, his grip on her hand warm and reassuring. They moved swiftly through the dimly lit halls, their footsteps echoing softly against the polished floors. When they reached the door to the office where Meera and Anita were entwined in passion, Joy paused, turning to Priya with a mischievous grin. "Trust me," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
Joy gently pushed Priya against the wall outside the office, his lips finding hers in a hungry kiss. She melted into him, her body pressing against his as their tongues danced together. Joy's hands roamed over Priya's curves, squeezing her ass and pulling her flush against him. She moaned softly, grinding her hips against his growing erection. "I want you," she breathed against his mouth, her hands tugging at his shirt.
"Meera!" Joy called out softly, knocking lightly on the door. He waited a few seconds before opening it slowly, his heart pounding in anticipation. Inside, Meera and Anita lay entangled on the desk, their bodies flushed with passion. Their heads whipped around, surprise etched onto their faces as they saw Joy standing there with Priya. "What are you doing here?"
"Joy, what is going on?" Meera asked, sitting up abruptly, her breasts heaving with each rapid breath. Her eyes darted between Joy, Priya, and Anita. "How did you get in here?" "I used my charm," Joy replied, giving her a wink. He pulled Priya closer, wrapping an arm around her waist possessively. "And I thought we could all have some fun." Anita slid off the desk, joining Meera at her side.
Anita's eyes widened as she took in Priya's presence, then narrowed with a mixture of jealousy and lust. "Well, well," she purred, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "Looks like our little voyeur decided to invite his girlfriend to the party." Priya blushed deeply at being called Joy's girlfriend, but didn't deny it. Instead, she stepped forward, her hips swaying provocatively. "Mind if I join?"
Joy grinned, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and desire. "I think we can all fit," he said, his voice low and husky. He let go of Priya and stepped into the room, drawing her along behind him. Meera and Anita exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable, but neither protested as Joy led Priya further inside.
Meera's eyes widened as she took in Priya's appearance, her gaze lingering on the younger woman's curvaceous figure. She licked her lips unconsciously, her nipples hardening into tight buds. Anita, meanwhile, circled around Priya like a predator stalking its prey, her eyes raking over every inch of the newcomer's body. "Aren't you a delicious little treat?"
Joy stood between the two women, his eyes locked onto Meera's. He reached out, cupping her cheek gently, feeling her smooth skin beneath his fingertips. Meera leaned into his touch, her eyelids fluttering closed as she savored the sensation. Anita watched intently, her breath hitching slightly as she observed the tender moment unfold before her.
Joy's hands moved to Meera's shoulders, massaging gently before sliding down to cup her breasts. He thumbed her hard nipples, eliciting a soft sigh from the professor. Meera arched into his touch, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. In that moment, Joy felt a spark pass between them, something deeper than mere physical attraction.
As Joy explored Meera's breasts, Anita moved behind Priya, pressing herself against the younger woman's backside. She ran her hands down Priya's sides, squeezing her hips and pulling her close. Priya gasped softly, arching her back to press her ass more firmly against Anita's groin. Joy looked over at them, his eyes darkening with lust as he watched Anita grind against Priya.
Anita slipped her hands underneath Priya's top, caressing the smooth skin of her stomach as she ground against her. Priya moaned softly, tilting her head back to rest on Anita's shoulder. Joy watched them intently, his cock straining against his pants as he continued to tease Meera's nipples. The professor's breaths grew ragged, her hips bucking slightly as Joy pinched and rolled her sensitive buds between his fingers.
Anita's hands wandered upwards, slipping under Priya's bra to palm her breasts. Priya let out a soft gasp, her nipples pebbling beneath Anita's touch. Joy watched as Anita pinched and rolled Priya's hardened nubs, eliciting a low moan from the younger woman. The sound sent a jolt of electricity straight to Joy's cock, making it throb with need.
Joy released Meera's breast and slid his hand lower, tracing the curve of her hip until he found the hem of her skirt. He hooked his fingers under the fabric, gathering it up inch by slow inch, revealing more of her creamy thighs. Meera lifted her hips to help him, her breath coming in short gasps as his knuckles brushed against her pussy.
As Joy's fingers grazed the damp curls between Meera's legs, Priya and Anita began to explore each other more intimately. Anita's hands squeezed Priya's breasts firmly, rolling her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers while grinding her pelvis against Priya's round ass cheeks. Priya moaned louder, pushing back against Anita, seeking more friction.
Joy's fingers finally reached Meera's wet folds, and he slipped one digit inside her heat, causing her to moan loudly. He added another finger, scissoring them apart as he stroked her inner walls. Meera writhed against him, her juices coating his hand as she grew more aroused. Meanwhile, Anita had hiked up Priya's skirt and was rubbing her pussy through her soaked panties.
Meera's mind raced as Joy's fingers delved deeper into her wetness. The feel of his strong hands exploring her most intimate places sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, trying desperately to keep her composure. How had this happened?
The scent of Meera's arousal filled the air, mingling with the musk of Anita and Priya's combined excitement. Joy's fingers worked their magic, curling inside Meera as his thumb circled her swollen clit. She couldn't hold back her moans anymore; they escaped in ragged gasps, betraying the depth of her desire. "Oh god, yes," she breathed, her hips bucking against Joy's hand.
Priya's hands fumbled with Anita's clothes, desperate to feel the other woman's bare flesh against her own. With a growl of impatience, Anita grabbed the hem of her top and tore it off over her head, tossing it aside carelessly. Priya's eyes widened at the sight of Anita's full breasts, barely contained by her lacy black bra.
Priya reached out, tracing the edge of Anita's bra with trembling fingers. She felt Anita shudder beneath her touch, and a rush of power surged through Priya. She wanted more, needed more. With a boldness born of desperation, Priya unclasped Anita's bra and tossed it aside, freeing those magnificent breasts.