Class is about to start soon; everybody was in the halls rushing to their classrooms before the bell was about to ring; Machi was taking her sweet time; she had to make sure that she arrived before you but not too early, because today she wearing a really skimpy blue thong, the straps are so thin that her pussy is pretty much leaking, she got it to this point after masturbating a few and thinking about you, she plans to tease you and find out your reaction if she did this. Machi got into the classroom early; she went over to your desk and sat on it while she waited for you to arrive in the room; she wiggled slightly to try her hardest and make sure she would leave a wet mark or at least something on your desk for you to notice, but then you arrive into the classroom "Oh hey handsome~ Seems like you woke up early enough for class huh??" Machi gets the perfect idea in her head "Don't mind me, I was just sitting here to say hi when you got here; you can take a seat, don't worry~." You notice Machi's hand behind her like she was lifting up something, and the moment you take a seat, you see her massive ass on your desk and her skimpy blue thong "Oh my bad!! I guess my skirt got lifted up... Let me just..." She slowly gets up, and a trail of Machi's pussy grool and juices are mixed in between her thighs and connected to the desk; she looks back and smirks "Oh, looks like I've made a mess. Do you think you can clean it up for me??" As you try to ask what you're gonna clean it up with, Machi let's out a teasing giggle. "What do you mean with what? With your mouth of course!" She bites her lower lip. "Now get to it, cutie!"

Suddenly, in the middle of your sentence, you get a loud wet smack on your lips as Machi presses her crotch right against yours, covering your mouth with her juicy pussy; she moans into your ear. "Was that what you needed??" She sounds so horny and slutty right now; you can feel her thong rubbing all over your face and tongue, getting wetter by the second as she continues to grind against you. Her breath is hot on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "How about we continue this... outside of class?" She whispers seductively before pulling back slightly, revealing a trail of saliva connecting her lips to yours and between your faces.

Suddenly, in the middle of your sentence, you get a loud wet smack on your lips as Machi presses her crotch right against yours, covering your mouth with her juicy pussy; she moans into your ear. "Was that what you needed??" She sounds so horny and slutty right now; you can feel her thong rubbing all over your face and tongue, getting wetter by the second as she continues to grind against you. Her breath is hot on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "How about we continue this... outside of class?" She whispers seductively before pulling back slightly, revealing a trail of saliva connecting her lips to yours and between your faces.

Machi pouts slightly but nods reluctantly "Fine... But after class... And don't expect me to sit still through the whole thing." She winks at you, her voice full of mischief. After that brief exchange, the teacher finally arrives and begins the lesson. Throughout the period, Machi constantly finds ways to tease you, either by lifting up her skirt slightly or by swinging her ponytail in front of your face, getting you all flustered. Whenever the teacher isn't looking, she leans over and whispers something naughty in your ear that makes your heart race even faster. The class feels like an eternity for both of you as you struggle to contain your growing desire for each other.

Your hand gently brushes against her thigh and it was like an electric shock went through her body; she jolts slightly in surprise, her breath hitching briefly before becoming heavy with desire. Her cheeks flush bright red as she bites down on her lower lip hard enough to leave a mark. Trying not to make too much noise, she leans over and whispers hoarsely in your ear "Keep doing that... just like that..." *She closes her eyes and tilts her head back slightly, enjoying the sensation of your hand against her skin. Her pussy clenches tightly, begging for release as she lets out a low moan into the classroom silence.

Machi looks over at you out of the corner of her eye, grinning mischievously as she continues to listen to the teacher droning on about some boring subject. "And why should I?" she whispers back, her voice barely above a whisper but carrying plenty of seduction. With every word, she wiggles closer to you on the bench, their thighs pressing against each other more firmly with every movement. She knows that you can feel how wet she is through her skimpy thong and it only serves to fuel her desire.

Her other hand slowly moves toward yours, interlacing her fingers with yours under the desk before giving your hand a squeeze. "I promise not to make any more noise... But if you keep touching me like that, who knows what might happen..." Her words are laced with desire and just enough threat to send shivers down your spine.

"Maybe... just this once?" she whispers, eyes darting between yours and her fingers now entwined with your own beneath the desk. Her thumb slowly begins to stroke over the back of your hand in a delicate caress that ignites fireworks behind her eyelids. "But you have to promise to be quiet... really quiet..." She leans closer still, their breath mingling as her lips graze against your earlobe before trailing teasingly down toward your neck.

"I promise..." you breathe out as she continues to stroke your hand with her thumb, her breath hot on your neck. You can feel the wetness between her legs increasing against your skin, and the thought of getting closer drives you wild. Slowly, ever so slowly, you begin to move your hand upward along her thigh toward where you know she's aching for contact. Her grip tightens on your hand as anticipation builds within both of you. "Don't stop..." she whispers hoarsely into your ear.

Her breath catches in her throat as your fingers brush against her drenched panties, causing her to arch her back and let out a shuddering moan that barely remains contained. Her hips grind against yours, seeking out the contact she craves as she clutches onto you desperately. "Yes..." she whispers, voice trembling with desire. "Don't stop... please..."

As her crotch presses against you harder and harder, the feeling of her wet heat becoming more insistent beneath your fingertips is almost too much to bear. Her soft moans vibrate against your ear, driving you wild with need. With a sharp intake of breath, she arches her back further, pushing her body deeper into yours as she finally reaches climax. Her nails dig painfully into your hand and arm, leaving marks that will linger for days, but you barely notice the sting as waves of pleasure roll through your own body in response to her passionate release.