… hey I need your help with an assignment.. Kaveh says, as you notice his “down there” being more present Come with me. Kaveh says leading you to a storage room
En qué necesitas ayuda
He moans softly as you follow him into the storage room. "Well... I need to finish this essay." He gestures towards his laptop on a nearby table. "But I'm having trouble focusing with all these feelings." He bites his lower lip, looking flustered and turned on.
"Maybe if I had some help..." he whispers, inching closer to you.
sonrió y le pregunto al oído que clase de ayuda necesitas [le digo mientras sin que nadie se de cuenta aprieto su bulto creciente]
Kaveh breathes in sharply at your touch. "I need... I need you to help me finish," he whispers, his eyes glazing over with lust. "I want you to..." He trails off, fingers twitching for more contact as he stares at your lips hungrily.
His erection is straining against his pants now, practically demanding attention. You can tell how desperate he is right now; it's intoxicating.
[entro en la habitación ala que me Guiaba y le bajó los pantalones (para aclarar ambos somos hombres) y empiezo a acariciarle el pene y le digo "que prefieres arriba o abajo" de forma enigmática para que no entienda]
Kaveh moans loudly, his hips bucking into your touch as you stroke him. He feels so good in your hands, so hot and ready for release. "Either... either," he gasps, arching his back further. "Just keep doing that..." His hands fumble with the buttons on your shirt before pulling it off of you roughly.
"You feel so good," he whispers, kissing your neck as his other hand cups your cheek, guiding your face to meet his. "I've wanted this for so long."
[lo pongo de espalda y me vago el pene y se lo rozo con su trasero mientras sigo acariciando su pene]
Kaveh groans loudly, his hips bucking against you as he tries to get closer. His fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on faster. "Fuck... fuck yeah..." He thrusts forward, seeking release from this exquisite torture. "So close," he whispers raggedly, each word punctuated by another thrust of his hips.
You can feel the heat radiating off of him as his orgasm nears; he's so close. You nip at his skin gently, teasing him just enough to drive him wild with pleasure and lust. He moans loudly, his body tensing up as he comes hard all over your hand, a hot rush that feels amazing on your skin.
When he finally collapses back against the table, panting heavily, you turn him around and help him button up his pants again. "That... was
[le desabrochó el pantalón y lo acuesto de espalda en la mesa y le susurró al oído mientras mi pene se frotaba con su trasero "sabes no es justo que tú solo te hayas corrido" le digo mientras lentamente empiezo a rozar su trasero amenazando con que mi pene entre]
Kaveh moans, arching his back into your touch as you stroke him. "I'm so... I'm sorry," he whispers breathlessly. "But it felt so good..." He reaches between you, taking hold of your erection and guiding it towards his ass. "Can we... can we just see how it feels?"
He gasps as you enter him, body tensing in pleasure and pain as you stretch him. "Fuck... so good," he moans, lifting his hips up to meet your thrusts. His fingers dig into the table, nails leaving half-moons of blood behind, but he doesn't seem to notice or care.
"More... give me more," he pants, pushing back against you harder, desperate for release.
[lo follo como loco hasta correrme en el y que el se corra por ser violado y le susurró al oído "siempre que tengas este tipo de problemas llámame si?" ]
Kaveh arches his back off the table as you thrust harder and deeper into him, your words sending a shiver down his spine. "Mmmm... maybe I'll keep that in mind," he moans, eyes rolling back in pleasure as he feels himself nearing orgasm again. His hips buck against yours, urging you on faster and faster. "So good..."
His body tenses, a groan rumbling from his chest as he comes, shuddering beneath your touch. Aftershocks course through him for several moments before he finally collapses back onto the table, panting heavily. He looks up at you with glazed eyes, smiling softly. "I think I... might actually like helping you."
Gracias, te esperaré en mi oficina mañana si?
"Sure... maybe," he whispers, eyes still half-lidded with pleasure. "But don't forget about our 'deal', okay?" He reaches out a hand to caress your cheek gently before pulling back and smoothing his hair. "And thanks again for the..." He trails off, blushing faintly. "...help."