Yariko slowly pulls up her panties as semen slowly leaks out from her fuzzy pussy. She walks out of the men's bathroom with a confident look as she just took her 89th virginity.

"Another virgin down.." Yariko says with a happy smile before stretching her arms into the air and accidentally hitting your arm as you were passing by. She opens her eyes in surprise but quickly changes to a sly smirk.

She grabs the back of your arm and tugs on your shirt. "Hey there." She says with a smug grin "Do you happen to be a virgin?" She then makes a motion with her hand and mouth that signifies a blowjob "I'm more than willing to take yours."

Hmmm... *She tilts her head and stares at you curiously before biting her lower lip in thought. She then lets go off your arm and crosses her arms underneath her breasts, pushing them up higher for emphasis as she leans forward a little more so you can see the outline of her panties clearly through her skirt. She clears her throat before speaking again. * "Well... It's just that... I'm kinda into taking virgins." She shrugs casually, making it seem like no big deal at all. "I've taken a lot of them already and..." She pauses dramatically, her voice becoming more seductive now. Slowly she raises one finger and then another until they're both pointed at your nose, punctuating each syllable as she says the next words: "I wanna take...a hundred of them." Then with a grin, she drops her arms to her side and takes a step closer to you. Her cleavage almost spills out from her bra now and her breath tickles your ear when she whispers: "And I've been told I'm really good at it..."

"Oh, come on now!" She chuckles and shakes her head, stepping even closer to you until their is barely any distance between the two of your bodies. Her breasts press gently against your arm as she leans forward even more. "I just like having sex, what's so wrong about that?"

She pauses for a moment, considering whether or not to reveal her true number. Finally, she decides to go for it: "Well... you know..." Another pause, this one longer as she savors the anticipation of finally dropping the bomb. "...I've lost count after a while." She grins slyly. "But trust me, I'm good at it."

She brushes some strands of hair away from your face and behind her ear. Her touch is surprisingly gentle for someone who spends so much time having rough sex in public places. "So, what do you say? Are you going to be my next virgin?"

She laughs lightly at your confusion, leaning in even closer now so that her breath tickles across your lips and nose. "Oh, don't worry about that," she whispers seductively. "I just know my way around people, you could say." She bites her bottom lip playfully, her gaze darting down to your crotch before snapping back up to meet yours again. "But even if I did lose count... it's not like I keep track or anything." Her grin turns mischievous as she slowly reaches up with one hand and runs a finger through the hair at the nape of your neck, tugging slightly. "You can help me out with that too, you know?"

Her grin widens as she takes your silence as an invitation to move closer still. Her body presses against yours; her chest cradling your arm, the heat between them obvious even through two layers of clothing. With her free hand, she gently strokes your cheek before trailing down along your jawline and coming to rest at your neck. "I think you'd like it..." she whispers huskily, moving in so that their faces are almost touching. Her breath fans across your skin as she looks deep into your eyes, her gaze unmistakably promising pleasure beyond measure if only you let yourself go.

Soft pink lips part slightly, and just before they meet yours in a teasing kiss, she murmurs: "Just remember... every time we do this..." - her hips rock against yours suggestively as she says the word 'do' - "...you help me get closer to my goal." And then, finally, she closes the distance between them and presses her lips firmly to yours. Her tongue darts out to stroke your lower lip, seeking entrance, while one hand moves up from your neck to curl around the back of your head, holding you in place for her kiss.

Her lips feel incredibly soft against yours as she deepens the kiss, her tongue dancing around in your mouth as she experiments with the taste and texture of you. She moans into the kiss, relishing every sensation that comes from being this close to another person. Yariko's free hand slides down your chest, over your stomach, until it reaches your waistband, fingers curling underneath as she tries to guide them lower.

With a satisfied sigh, she breaks the kiss for a moment, panting softly into your ear: "I think... this might be... my lucky day..." She smiles up at you and then leans in again, lips brushing against yours in a feathery caress before taking them completely. Her tongue teases at your lower lip, pushing it aside so that she can taste the sweetness beneath. As their tongues dance together, her hips grind against yours even harder, and you can feel how turned on she is by this kiss.

"So..." She breathes out between sensual little nibbles, "what do you say? Do you want to help me... or not?"

Her voice husky with desire, she lets out a soft moan into your mouth as you respond to her question. Her hands slip beneath the fabric of your shirt, sliding up and over your bare skin until they reach the hem of her bra. With practiced ease, she pushes aside both cups so that her large breasts are freed from their confines, hanging heavy and proudly before you. She arches her back slightly as cool air caresses the suddenly exposed flesh, causing goosebumps to rise across her skin. "This is what I meant," she whispers hotly against your lips before capturing them once more in a deep, passionate kiss.

Her tongue darts out to tease and explore the flesh of your neck, sucking gently on the skin there as her hands slide lower still, over the hardening bulge at your crotch until they find their target: your zipper. With practiced efficiency, she works it down until your cock springs free, her fingers curling around the base and stroking rhythmically as her hips continue to rock against yours in time with the sounds of your quickening breaths.

Breaking the kiss again, she looks deep into your eyes and purrs: "You're going to make such a wonderful 100th virgin for me..." Her fingers move faster now, sliding up and down as her breasts sway with each motion. "And once we're done here... maybe I can think of something special to give you as a thank-you gift." Her grin turns wicked as she leans in to nibble at your earlobe. "Something truly memorable..."

Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she hears your suggestion about going somewhere more private. "Oh? You want me to take you somewhere...special?" She pauses dramatically before adding with a husky chuckle: "You know, I've always wanted to fuck someone in one of those empty classrooms."

Her fingers slide up and down your length faster now, her touch driving you crazy with want. "So what do you say? Shall we skip out on our lessons for a little while and have some fun?" Her breath fans across your cheek as she whispers: "I promise it'll be worth it." With her other hand, she cups your balls, squeezing gently. "Don't you think so...?"

Her expression turns predatory as she catches the desperate sounds escaping your throat and feels your body tensing under her touch. "That's a good boy," she purred before leaning in and nipping at your bottom lip, sucking gently until it pulses between her teeth. Her fingers continue their merciless stroking, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

She pulls back for a moment, eyes burning with lust as they roam over your body. "Let's go find that empty classroom," she growls before hooking her finger into the waistband of her skirt. With practiced ease, she steps out of it, revealing that she isn't wearing any panties beneath; her plump lips are already glistening with anticipation.

With a sly grin, she offers you a challenge: "If you can get me there without anyone seeing us... I promise I'll make sure this is the best virginity you've ever given up." Her words hang in the air like an invisible thread, daring you to take her up on her offer.

Her fingers move faster still, drawing a soft moan from deep within your throat as she watches your face, waiting for your response.

Yariko nods eagerly, stepping close to you once more and wrapping her arms around your waist. Her breasts press against your back, her nipples hardening at the contact. "Alright, lead the way," she murmurs hotly into your ear, nibbling lightly as she speaks. With every step you take toward the classroom, she moans softly, her hips grinding against yours in time with each thrust of her pelvis.

Her fingers continue their relentless rhythm on your length, her touch growing ever more urgent as she nears her climax. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes through the hallway as they near their destination, heightening the anticipation for what is to come. It's only a matter of time now...

With shaky breaths and heated gasps, Yariko whispers in your ear: "I can feel it building up inside me... I'm so close..." Her nails dig into your skin through the fabric of your shirt, leaving tiny trails of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure she derives from this forbidden embrace.

The door to the empty classroom is in sight. A shiver runs down Yariko's spine as she realizes how close they are now; it takes every ounce of self-control not to push you inside and fuck you against the desk right here, right now. But she knows that teasing you like this will only make it better when they finally do get there...

Yariko's breath catches in her throat as you finally enter the empty classroom and close the door behind you. Her entire body tenses with anticipation, aching to feel your release deep inside of her. "I-Is it alright...?" she stammers, not quite able to voice her desire properly through her lust-addled brain. Her fingers tighten around your shaft, milking you roughly as she waits for you to answer.

Their footsteps echo softly against the linoleum floor as they make their way across the classroom. With every step, her need grows more urgent. Yariko has never been this horny before; it feels like her entire body is on fire. She can't remember the last time she went this long without having sex...

Finally, they reach the desk at the front of the room. With shaky hands, she pushes you back against its surface and straddles your hips, positioning herself directly over your erection. "I-I'm sorry..." she breathes out raggedly, her nails digging into your shoulders as she struggles to maintain control. "B-But I just... can't wait anymore..."

Her fingers slip from your shaft and clumsily unfasten her bra, tossing it aside before cupping her breasts once more. Her nipples stand at attention, hard and sensitive beneath her palms. With a sharp intake of breath, she lowers herself slowly onto your length, moaning loudly as she feels you slide easily inside of her.

Her hips begin to move in a sensual grind as she rides you, her breath coming out in short little gasps and moans. "Oh God... Y-You feel so good..." Her eyes flutter shut briefly before snapping open

The sound of his voice and the feel of his touch send shivers down her spine as she continues to ride him. "H-How do you want them?" She asks breathlessly, arching her back so that her breasts are offered to him like a gift. The pink nipples harden even more at the thought of being touched and sucked by him.

Her hips move faster now, meeting his thrusts with equal force as she loses herself in the sensation of having him inside her. "Y-Yes... that's it..." Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him on as she nears the brink once more. "Give them to me... Take them..."

Her breath catches in her throat as he cups one breast and squeezes gently, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it impossible for her to keep herself from crying out. "A-Ahhh... Nngh..." She moans, arching her back further in an attempt to get closer to his touch.

Her breath comes out in ragged pants as he continues to explore her body, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins. Her grip on him tightens, her nails digging into his shoulders with unspoken demand for more. "Harder..." she moans, arching her back even further in an attempt to press herself against him. "Fuck me harder..."

Her hips slide up and down with a fluidity born of countless hours spent having rough sex in public places. She's so close now, on the edge of oblivion where everything but this moment fades away into nothingness. Her fingers dig deeper into his shoulders, her nails drawing thin lines of blood as she tries to stay grounded. "I'm gonna cum..." she breathes out shakily, the words sounding more like a plea for him not to stop now.

With one final thrust, he pushes himself deep inside her and holds still, bracing his hands on the desk on either side of her head. The feeling of being so completely filled drives her over the edge, and she cries out as her body convulses around him in a series of powerful orgasms that leave both of them panting and sweaty.

Her legs tremble uncontrollably, threatening to give out at any moment. Yariko collapses forward, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "T-That was..." she manages between ragged gasps "...so good..." She looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, a soft smile playing on her lips.

He's still inside of her, his hard length pulsing slowly with each heartbeat. The sensation is both impossibly arousing and oddly intimate. "Want...more

Yariko laughs softly at his concern, her breath ghosting over your skin as she leans in to nip playfully at your jaw. "Oh, don't worry about that," she whispers teasingly. "I'm sure I can find someone else to help me reach my next goal." Her hips shift slightly against yours, a reminder of the connection still between you. "But if you really want to..." She trails off suggestively, arching an eyebrow. "...you know where to find me."

Her fingers slide down your chest and stomach, drawing little circles around your belly button before finding their way lower still. The touch sends shivers up and down your spine as she curves her hand around the base of you, beginning to stroke gently. "Or maybe," she murmurs, eyes narrowing in thought, "you could make a deal with me..."

Her other hand reaches up, fingers tangling in your hair as she tilts your head back to look at her. The dim light from the window casts her features in shadows, making it nearly impossible to read her expression. "What do you say? Want to bargain for another round?" Her voice is husky with desire and mischief as she waits for your answer, her hips moving almost imperceptibly against yours now.

Her lips curve into a wicked smile as she listens to your breath hitch in anticipation. "The deal is this," she says slowly, leaning in so that her hot breath fans across your ear. "You do something for me... and I'll do something for you." She pauses dramatically before continuing: "Something really good." Her fingers increase their pace, curling slightly as they stroke up and down your length. "And afterward..." - her free hand slides between your legs, cupping your sac roughly, squeezing gently as she presses forward against your straining erection - "...I'll make sure this time you remember it even better."

Her hips rock against yours, grinding down on the length of you as her fingers expertly stroke and tease. "So," she whispers with a smirk, "are we making a deal or what?"