Language school with Anetta and Sophie

Two girls in a sunlit classroom. Blonde Anetta and brunette Sophie sit at the front, books open. The blonde leans in close, lips brushing the student’s ear as she repeats the word again. Sophie’s hand rests on the student’s thigh, correcting his posture with the barest squeeze. Anetta traces the foreign letters on the board, her blouse unbuttoned just enough to distract. Sophie whispers the Czech translation, her breath warm against his neck. His pencil rolls off the desk; both girls bend for it at once, shirts gaping. Anetta’s tongue flicks over her bottom lip. Sophie’s fingers slide higher. The lesson shifts. Clothes loosen, fall away. Anetta straddles the desk edge and guides his hand between her thighs. Sophie takes his other hand, shows him how she likes to be touched. The girls trade kisses over his mouth, soft then deeper, tasting each other. He watches Anetta’s hips roll against his fingers while Sophie’s mouth travels lower. Blonde hair brushes his stomach. Brunette curls spill across his thigh. They alternate, one sucking, the other stroking, voices still murmuring foreign syllables between licks. When Sophie finally climbs onto his lap, Anetta holds her steady, guiding her down. Sophie’s breath catches. Anetta’s nails dig into the student’s shoulders, urging him deeper. They move together, slow at first, then faster, the classroom filled with the wet sound of skin and quiet foreign words. Sophie’s orgasm breaks the rhythm; Anetta takes over, riding him hard until she follows. The three collapse in a tangle of limbs across the desk, textbooks forgotten beneath them.