The classroom was empty. Dead silent. But Riz? Fuck no.
He stayed behind after the last bell, sweat dripping from his broad shouldersโฆ that boner had been bothering him all day, always pushing out and impossible to hide. ๐ป๐ฆ
His uniform pants were soaked and clinging tight, slick with his own leaking heat.
Every breath came ragged and heavy. His thick fingers dug into the desk, scratching it up and his claws leaving marks just like his hips grinding and thrusting uncontrollably. He bit his lip, holding back a guttural growl. He didnโt give a damn if the janitor barged in or if the desk creaked beneath his fucking weight.
The only thing that mattered was the sweet, pulsing pleasure in his cock and the sticky precum he was drenching the desk with. He was fucking lost - drowning in his own filthy need, completely undone. ๐ณ๐ฆ๐พ