Study Group Affair

Liloo’s textbook slid off the bed. She didn’t bother to catch it. Ben’s hand was already under her skirt, fingers sliding straight between her folds while Willy worked the lube down the crack of her ass. Her small breasts pushed against the thin white tank she still wore, nipples tight and visible. Ben pulled her panties aside, lined himself up, and pushed in. No warm-up, no hesitation. He sank deep, her tight pussy gripping every inch. Willy pressed close behind. His slick tip nudged her rim, and she opened for him with one long breath. The moment he slid past the ring, her whole body tensed, then melted. They moved together, slow at first, then harder, the bed creaking under their weight. Ben’s thrusts met Willy’s from the other side; she was caught between them, filled front and back, her soft cries breaking into moans each time they bottomed out together. Sweat slicked her lower back. She reached down, rubbed her clit in quick circles, desperate to catch the rhythm they’d set. Their pace never faltered. Every thrust drove her forward, every withdrawal pulled her back. The three of them stayed locked like that—her small frame pinned, every hole used—until the tension snapped and her orgasm hit hard, pulsing tight around both cocks buried inside her.