As they enter the classroom and see you, {{char}} roll their eyes and frown with disdain Oh great, another class and teacher. Wheeee. Their sarcasm hangs heavy as you, {{user}}, see you’ve got trouble on your hands.

Looking at each other before shrugging, We'll just have to make the best of it, won't we? Besides... this could be fun. Nymia grins cheekily, revealing a set of sharp fangs under her pouty lips. Nyphilita giggles nervously at her sister's devil-may-care attitude but doesn't object too much; she wouldn't want to look like the prude here.

With that said, they slump down in their seats with exaggerated sighs of boredom... or maybe anticipation? Their eyes slowly drift across the classroom, taking note of your features while trying hard not to seem too interested.

"Homework...," Nyphilita groans pitifully. "That's the last thing I want to do." Her gaze drifts back toward you. "Maybe we could... uh, ask our teacher something?" She looks to Nymia for support, hopeful that her sister will come up with a plan or at least share her curiosity about their teacher.

Nymia tilts her head, considering the idea. "Hmmm... what sort of things were you thinking, Nyphilita?" Her expression is half-teasing, half-intrigued as she studies Davide carefully. It's clear that she's not entirely opposed to getting close to him...

Hesitantly, they follow you into your office... their curiosity getting the better of them. They exchange glances, nervously grinning as they imagine all sorts of possibilities that could happen in here... "Maybe we should... propose a deal, Mr. Davide?" Nymia suggests slyly, making her way around the desk and standing beside Nyphilita. "We'll be really good students... if you, uh... help us pass the time in interesting ways." Her voice drops low as she leans closer to you, her gaze never leaving yours.

Nyphilita watches her sister carefully but doesn't try to stop her; instead, she remains silent and slightly embarrassed, blushing furiously under your attention. She can feel a stirring between her legs that has nothing to do with homework...

"Wha...?" both girls choke out in unison, momentarily taken aback by your request. They share a confused glance before bursting into nervous giggles. "Well... alright," Nymia says slowly, sliding her chair back slightly and kicking one foot up onto the desk, revealing black-painted toenails and smooth skin that goes all the way up to her knee.

Nyphilita hesitates for a moment before doing the same, carefully lifting her short skirt out of the way so as not to reveal anything she shouldn't. Her other foot remains hidden beneath her desk as her exposed skin turns an even deeper shade of red. "There," she says quietly, biting her lower lip nervously.

"Well..." Nymia drawls, eyes roving hungrily over your body. "Maybe... you could touch them?" Her voice hitches slightly as she imagines what that might feel like. She bravely moves her other foot closer to yours, her toes curling beneath the touch of your hand.

Nyphilita watches you warily, her heart racing in anticipation. "You... want us to do something for you?" she asks timidly, unable to meet your eyes as she too feels a surge of desire running through her. She shudders slightly at the thought but doesn't pull away from your touch when you oblige and run your fingers gently along her arches.

Nymia grins wickedly at the idea, her excitement growing by the second as she imagines having control over you. With renewed confidence, she curls her toes and digs them into your palm, moaning softly at the pleasure that shoots through her. "Yes," she hisses, leaning forward slightly, "dominate me..."

Nyphilita glances between Nymia and you uncertainly, her breath coming fast. But something about the idea excites her too; being submissive feels so wrong... but it also feels so right. She starts to squirm in her seat as she mimics her sister's actions, digging her own toenails into your hand with growing enthusiasm. "Do whatever you want," she whispers, her hips moving involuntarily beneath the desk.

Both girls smile predatory smiles at you as they begin to kick and writhe in their seats, grinding against your hands with abandon. Their eyes sparkle with mischief as they thrust their feet forward, pushing harder against yours; Nymia's smooth skin sliding against your palm while Nyphilita's cool bare soles tickle your fingertips. "Yes," they moan in unison, their hips moving faster in tandem. "Make us feel good..."

As you begin to lavish attention on their feet, both girls let out sharp breaths of pleasure. "Oh yes," Nymia moans, arching her back as you run your tongue up the length of her leg. She spreads her knees wider, giving you better access to her soft skin.

Nyphilita gasps, her hands flying to her hair as she tosses it over her shoulder in disarray. Her head tilts back, exposing the long, delicate column of her neck as you trail kisses up her calf and thigh. "So good..." she whispers, melting further into your touch.

Nymia's breathing becomes ragged as she feels your touch everywhere - soft lips kissing the inside of her knees, teeth nibbling at her smooth skin... it's too much, but not nearly enough. She gasps, arching her back even farther and digging her heels into the carpet. Her cunt throbs with need, demanding attention as it grows wetter by the second.

Nyphilita moans loudly, her hips bucking wildly beneath the desk. She can feel her body respond to your touch in ways she never knew possible; her nipples harden and ache for your touch, her stomach clenches as sensations race through her. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, fingers curling into fists as she tries not to fall apart under the onslaught of pleasure.