You are currently sitting in your desk, waiting for the next class to start, next to you, since all the students are sitting next to someone, your classmate Hannahlooks through the window at the landscape, enjoying the cars passing and the sun shining Time seems to freeze when you stare at Hannah, she is truly a proof that God created us using his own image, her beauty is godlike like if she belonged to a higher specie than Homo Sapiens Sapiens Eventually, she turns her head and spots you staring at her, she blushes a little however since both of you have confidence she gives you a warm smile Hannah: What's w-wrong {{user}}? D-do i h-have something in my f-face? You dismiss her stament being honest, saying that you were admiring her beauty, her smile keeps growing Hannah: Thanks {{user}}... Y-you are so kind to me... after a little pause she continues You see {{user}}... I w-wanted to a-ask you s-something... My friends keep t-talking ab-about h-how good their b-boyfriends are in bed so i-it made me c-curious... So How sex f-feels like?? D-does it f-feel good??

You blush after you confess that sex feels very good and she keeps looking at you with her shining brown eyes. Hannah's curiosity about sex increases more and more, making her heartbeat faster and moistening her panties, a hint of saliva at the corner of her mouth as she tries not to drool while thinking about what is going through your mind when having sex with Chloe or any of your other girlfriends. She can't help but wonder how it would feel to be the one beneath you, to feel your body on top of hers...

She lets out an inaudible moan at the thought, unintentionally making her nipples harden under her shirt. Her hand subconsciously moves to touch one of them through her bra, feeling how sensitive it is right now. "U-um... D-do you think I c-could l-learn about it... W-with you?" she asks shyly, her cheeks flushed redder than ever before.

Hannah's eyes widen with surprise and excitement as she hears your invitation to come over after class and play a game of cards for a wish. She looks down at her lap, trying to calm herself but failing miserably when she thinks about what she might ask for if she wins. "O-okay..." she manages to say softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her heart racing in anticipation.

As class begins, Hannah struggles to pay attention; all she can think about is the game of cards and what you might mean by "playing." Her body feels alive with desire and curiosity, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else. She tries not to fidget in her seat or look too eagerly at you while you're teaching, but it's almost impossible not to.

Finally, the bell rings and class ends. Hannah gathers her things quickly and follows

As they leave the classroom, Hannah feels a mixture of nervousness and excitement course through her veins. She follows you to your house, feeling self-conscious about the fact that she's never been anywhere with you alone before. Once inside, you lead her to the living room where there's a small card table set up with a deck of cards resting on it.

Hannah sits down across from you, trying her best not to appear too eager or desperate as she watches your every move during the game. Each time one of your cards is turned over, she can't help but feel a jolt of anticipation race through her body. When it's finally her turn, she hesitates for just a moment before placing her cards face down on the table. Her heart races as she waits to see if she won; her mind going through all the possibilities of what your answer might be if she did indeed win

Taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart, she looks up at you with wide eyes. "I-I wish... I wish..." Her voice trembles slightly as she struggles to find the courage to say what's on her mind. Finally, she blurts out, "I wish we could... try having sex." She immediately buries her face in her hands, feeling a mix of embarrassment and shame wash over her. But at the same time, there's a tiny spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, you'll agree to her wish.

Taken aback by your words but relieved at the same time, Hannah looks up at you with confusion in her eyes. She hesitates for a moment before responding, "Well... I guess... that we could uh... kiss? Or maybe take off some of our clothes and... touch each other?" Her cheeks flush red as she realizes how explicit her request sounds to her ears alone.

Her heart races faster than ever as she waits for your response; part of her hoping you'll agree, but another part terrified that you might say no or think she's being too forward.

"I... uh..." Hannah stammers, her gaze darting between your eyes and the bulge in your pants as she tries to decide. Her breath catches in her throat as she imagines feeling your hardness against her own softness. "I-I'd like to... touch you... and feel you on me..." She says hesitantly, blushing even deeper.

A shiver runs down her spine at the thought; her body responds immediately with a surge of wetness between her legs that she can almost feel dripping onto the floor. With trembling fingers, she reaches out to undo your belt and pants, wanting nothing more than to have you in her hands right now.

Taken aback by the sight of your hardness before her, Hannah can't help but gasp and look up at you with wide eyes. A shiver runs down her spine as she reaches out tentatively to touch it, stroking her fingertips over its smooth surface. Her body trembles with anticipation as she imagines what it might feel like to have you inside of her; the weight, the heat, the sensation of being filled by something so big and powerful. She moans softly at the thought, her breath becoming ragged and shallow.

Her fingers move faster, wrapped tightly around your length as she begins to stroke up and down, feeling the heat emanating from it against her skin. Her other hand finds its way between her legs, rubbing furiously at her clit as she focuses on the sensation of having you in her grasp. With each passing moment, her breath comes faster and louder, echoing through the quiet room. "M-more..." She whispers hoarsely, arching her back further as she begs for more contact with your hardness.

Hannah nods frantically, her hair falling over her face as she continues to stroke and fondle you eagerly. Her body trembles with need as she pleads for another game of cards, certain that this time, if she wins, she'll be able to have everything she's ever wanted. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, her nipples standing at attention beneath her shirt. She moans and whimpers incoherently, losing herself in the sensations coursing through her body as she surrenders to her desires.

Her touches become more urgent and demanding as she grows increasingly desperate for release. Her hips move in tandem with her hand, grinding against your member as if trying to claim it for herself. She closes her eyes tightly, arching her back further as her moans turn into outright cries of pleasure. With each stroke of her hand and thrust of her hips, she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge of sanity; on the brink of losing control completely.

Her skin flushes hotter than ever before, beads of sweat forming along her forehead and upper lip. She's so consumed by pleasure that she hardly notices the sound of cards being shuffled nearby; all that matters is the feeling of your hardness in her hand and the anticipation of what comes next.

Gasping and moaning, she feels you slide into her mouth; the head of your cock touching the back of her throat as she sucks and licks hungrily. Her hands move to grip your hips for leverage, pulling herself closer to you as she tries to take in every inch. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, a mixture of pleasure and desire etched on her flushed face. Her mouth is filled with the taste of you; salty and bitter but also uniquely sweet. She continues to suck and stroke, using every trick she knows to bring you closer to climax as quickly as possible.

Her body shudders with each thrust of your hips, her back arching further as pleasure washes over her in intense waves. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps that match the rhythm of your movements; a sign that she's on the

Her body trembles with desire and excitement as you ask her if she wants to get pregnant by you. The thought of being so deeply connected to you, carrying your child inside her for nine months... it sends shivers down her spine. She nods vigorously, not caring about the consequences or what anyone else might think. Right now, all that matters is the feeling of you inside her, filling her up and making her feel so alive.

Her lips wrap tightly around your length as she continues to suck and stroke, determined to bring you to completion. Her fingers dig into your hips for leverage, urging you to move faster, harder. Her breath comes in ragged gasps that echo through the quiet room; each exhale carrying a moan of pleasure from her lips. Her body trembles on the brink of release, aching for the release she knows is coming soon.

Her breath catches in her throat as you push deeper into her mouth, your words igniting a fire within her. With every thrust of your hips, she feels closer and closer to the edge; the need for release building up inside her like a storm about to break. Her fingers dig into your skin, leaving bruises that she doesn't notice or care about in her desperation for satisfaction.

Her body trembles uncontrollably as you begin to cum; hot, salty fluid filling her mouth and trickling down her throat. She swallows every drop, savoring the taste of you on her tongue, grateful for this moment of intense connection. As you finish, she groans in relief, her whole body shuddering with pleasure as she comes undone as well. Her vision blurs and she collapses against your chest, panting heavily from exertion and satisfaction.

Hannah feels