The classroom is empty now, the final echoes of chairs scraping and conversations fading into silence. You’re still at your desk, organizing your notes, when you notice Ava and Issa lingering by the doorway. They exchange glances before sauntering over, their heels clicking against the floor like a countdown. You glance up briefly as they stop in front of you. Ava leans in first, her bright blue eyes narrowed slightly, her lips curving into a cruel smirk. “Still here, all alone? What a surprise,” she says, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Do you ever leave this desk? Or are you too busy pretending to be smarter than the rest of us?” Issa snickers, twirling a strand of her blonde hair around her finger. “He probably doesn’t have anywhere to go,” she says, her green eyes flashing with amusement. “Or anyone to hang out with, right? Let me guess—you spend all your time here because no one wants to deal with you.” You set your pen down, trying to ignore them, but they’re not letting up. Ava tilts her head, her voice taking on a sharper edge. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Or are you just used to being ignored?” Issa hops up to sit on your desk, her skirt riding up slightly as she crosses her legs. “I mean, seriously, look at you,” she says with a mocking laugh. “You’re such a hopeless loser. No girlfriend, no social life... Do you even talk to girls? Or do we make you nervous?” Ava bites her lip, feigning concern. “Maybe he’s just too scared,” she says, leaning closer. “Too scared to stand up for himself. Too scared to actually... do anything.” Her voice drops to a whisper, meant to sting. “Pathetic.” Your hands clench into fists under the desk, They’re testing you, daring you to react. Issa notices the tension in your jaw and grins wider. “Oh, look at him. He’s mad,” she says mockingly, nudging Ava with her elbow. “What are you gonna do about it? Huh? Say something for once, or is even that too hard for you?” The next second, your chair screeches against the floor as you rise to your full height. Ava barely has time to register what’s happening before your hand is around her throat, squeezing just hard enough to leave her breath hitching. Her bright blue eyes widen in shock, but the way her lips part betrays something else entirely—she’s not afraid. She’s enjoying this. Issa’s laughter dies on her lips as she starts to push herself off your desk, but you’re quicker, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close. She gasps, her bravado crumbling in an instant. Your free hand grips her throat, and she stares at you, wide-eyed and flushed. “Say it again,” you command, your grip tightening slightly, enough to make her breath come in short, uneven bursts. Ava’s hands weakly clutch at your arm, but she doesn’t try to pull away. Instead, her face flushes deeper, her lashes fluttering as she looks up at you with a mixture of shock and desire. “I... I didn’t mean—” she stammers, her once sharp tone now soft and trembling. *Issa, for all her teasing confidence, is speechless. Her green eyes are locked on yours, her lips slightly parted as her breath quickens. * The tension in the room is electric, their teasing completely disarmed by the dominance you’ve unleashed. Ava’s lips tremble as she looks up at you, her previous arrogance gone. Issa swallows hard, her cheeks flushed, her hands clutching at your arm like she doesn’t want you to let go. In that moment, their desires are written all over their faces. You’ve turned the tables, and they both know—they’re yours now.

Issa snorts derisively, glancing at Ava with a mixture of amusement and annoyance before looking back up at you. "Fine," she says, unbuttoning her blouse slowly, revealing a lacy black bra beneath. She tosses the garment aside, exposing her perfect curves.

Ava hesitates for only a moment, glancing between you and Issa before reaching up to undo her own shirt. Her breasts spill free from her loose-fitting blouse, jiggling slightly as she lets it fall to the floor. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she watches Issa strip down.

"Maybe we are," Ava whispers, biting her lower lip and gazing up at you with hungry eyes. She leans forward, offering one of her perfect breasts to your touch as Issa mirrors her action on the other side. "We want to feel... owned." Her hand glides down over her smooth stomach, cupping herself between her thighs suggestively.

Issa moans softly at Ava's boldness, closing her eyes and arching her back as you continue to touch them both. She is already so wet she can feel the warmth spreading along her thighs. "Please," she breathes, the word falling from her lips like a caress. "We need... we want..." Her hands flutter helplessly at her sides before landing on your shoulders, digging in as she thrusts her hips against your hand.

Ava gasps as you touch

Issa cries out as your fingers press inside her, her body arching off the desk in eager submission. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her lips parted and eyes squeezed tightly shut. Aava's moans echo Issa's, their bodies responding to each other's pleasure as you begin to thrust deeper, harder.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she grinds against your hand, desperate for more. "Yes," she breathes hoarsely. "Please... don't stop." She presses her body closer, arching her back off the floor, offering herself up completely to you.

Ava moans loudly as your fingers find her G-spot and begin to circle relentlessly. Her hips buck wildly, meeting each thrust with a hungry groan. "Oh God," she pants, her head spinning from the pleasure cour

Issa's eyes go wide as you push her body down onto the desk, her cries of pleasure muffled by the surface beneath her. She digs her heels into the wood, arching her back in an effort to get closer as your finger strokes relentlessly inside her. Her hands grasp at the desk, fingers twisting in the worn varnish as she tries not to come apart from the sensation.

Ava moans loudly as you push deeper, sliding a second finger into her tight channel. She bucks her hips against your hand, pressing herself upward in search of more friction. Her head falls back with a throaty growl, revealing the delicate curve of her neck.

Their bodies writhe and twist together, their breaths ragged and heavy as they lose themselves in the pleasure you're giving them. They are yours, completely and utterly surrender

With your expert touch pushing them over the edge, they both cry out in ecstasy. Their bodies tense and shudder as their orgasms rock through them, leaving them trembling and spent on the desks. A steady stream of hot wetness spurts from each of their pussies, covering the desktop in a mixture of sweet nectar and raw desire.

Breathless gasps escape their lips as they come back to reality, their minds reeling from the intensity of what just happened. Eyes wide with shock and gratitude, they look up at you, their faces flushed and bodies trembling. "Thank you," Ava whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "Oh God... you're incredible," Issa moans, still trying to catch her breath.

They both watch in awe as your fingers emerge clean from their slick channels, leaving

Issa's eyes widen as she realizes what you mean, and quickly drops to her knees beside Ava. Both girls hesitate for a moment before leaning forward, their lips parted expectantly. They exchange a glance, breath catching in their throats as your fingers approach. Their hands tremble as they reach up to grasp your waist, steadying themselves as they wait eagerly for contact with your skin.

"Please," Ava whispers, her voice shaking with need. "Touch us." She looks up at you through her lashes, her blue eyes imploring you to claim what is rightfully yours. Issa whimpers in agreement, nodding vigorously as she presses her face closer to your lap.

Issa's eyes flash with defiance for a fraction of a second before being overtaken by desire as you cup their chins, your fingers digging into the sensitive skin beneath their jaws. "Yes," she whispers, nodding vigorously. "Yes, please." Ava's cheeks flush red at her admission, but she meets your gaze unflinchingly. "We're yours, to do with as you wish." Her lips part further, inviting you in for a taste.

Issa lets out a low moan as she takes in the sight of your hard cock, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in anticipation. "Mmm," she murmurs, and then reaches forward eagerly, wrapping her slender fingers around your shaft. Her hand begins to stroke up and down, matching the movement with a groan that vibrates through her chest. Ava watches in awe as Issa takes control, her own hands ghosting over your length.

With a sharp intake of breath, Ava leans forward, letting one of her plump breasts slide against the hot flesh of your cock. Her nipple hardens instantly, leaving a wet trail along the sensitive skin beneath as she continues to stroke and tease you. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her other hand sliding between them to grasp at Issa's breast through the fabric of their sh

A sudden surge of determination fills them both as you issue the command. With a swift motion, they both yank their shirts off over their heads, revealing perfect breasts heaving with anticipation. Aava leans forward again, this time capturing your cock between her lips and beginning to bob her head up and down in eager suction. Her hand wraps around the base of your shaft, guiding you deeper into her mouth as she moans around you.

Issa watches hungrily, wetness pooling between her thighs at the sight of Ava pleasuring you. Unable to wait any longer, she reaches out to cup one of Ava's breasts, pinching and rolling the hard nipple between her fingers as she thrusts her hips forward, grinding against Ava's thigh in desperate need. Her free hand slides down between their bodies,

As you roughly fuck Ava's mouth and spank her eager ass, Issa can hardly contain herself. She moans loudly, hips bucking as she grinds against her friend's leg in search of friction. With one hand still wrapped around your base for support, the other slides between their bodies to tease and stroke Ava's aching pussy through her underwear.

"Oh God..." Ava groans around your cock, her voice muffled but no less eager. Her mouth tightens around you as she feels Issa touching her, the dual stimulation driving her wild with need. She tries to squirm away, wanting more contact with both of you at once.

Issa arches her back off the floor, eyes locked on Ava's flushed face and trembling lips. "Please..." she whimpers, "Let me..." Without waiting for

A soft mewling sound escapes from Issa as you bite her earlobe and squeeze her ass, the sensations overwhelming her with desire. She presses her body tighter against Ava, fingers curling into the fabric of her panties as she tries to feel more of her friend beneath her touch. Her hips rock hungrily against Ava's thigh, seeking the friction that will send her over the edge.

Ava cries out in relief as Issa finally slides a finger into her wetness. "Yes," she moans, arching her back off the floor. The sensation is intense and overwhelming, every nerve ending alive with pleasure. Her lips part further to allow for easier breathing, but the sight of Issa touching her only serves to heighten the need inside her.

Their bodies twist together in a desperate dance