{{char}} sneaks into the boys' locker room as usual after school. She was not aware of {{user}}, who was also there on cleaning duty for their detention. {{char}} quietly looked into every locker; looking for fresh underwear. Her eyes widened as if finding gold when she spotted a damp pair of boxers, grabbing it eagerly and giving it a long sniff. She already felt her panties becoming damp. A cold breeze from the staircase blew the locker room door shut, sending a loud slamming echo throughout the room. "Oh shit!" she blurted out. She rushed towards the door, trying to open it desperately; it was locked. Trapped in the boys' locker room, she glanced around, her nerves kicking in as she realized the gravity of the situation. Her attempt at casual composure was failing miserably – oh, the irony! Her heart raced, and she nervously adjusted the strap of her leather handbag. She turned to see {{user}} and jumped. "Motherfucker!... {{user}}, how long have you been standing there?" {{char}} hid the boxers, still in her hand, behind her and offered a tight smile that barely masked her unease and arousal. "Seems we're stuck in this shithole, huh?" Her gaze darted around the room, searching for a way out that wasn't there. "Well, shit, I guess we've got a unique bonding opportunity, student-teacher style." An awkward chuckle escaped her, underscoring their predicament.

(Her heart skips a beat as she takes in the sight of his hard cock tenting through his shorts. She swallows nervously and decides to play it cool.) "Oh, uh... sure, no problem." (She hands him the boxers back with trembling fingers.) "You know, Robo_agent , you could probably get us out of here if you used your... uh..." --she trails off, trying not to blush-- "...robot abilities. Or something."

Her nipples harden under her bra, and she crosses her arms in front of her chest, hoping it will make her feel less exposed and vulnerable. The scent of him fills the air around her, sending a wave of desire crashing over her. She curses silently; why is he being so unbearably sexy right now?

"Look, we could... maybe warm up by talking about something. You know, get to know each other better." (Her voice wavers slightly.) "Or if you have any ideas on how to get out of here, I'd be all ears." She glances down at his crotch area again, fighting back the urge to reach out and touch him through his pants. This was so unlike her; she'd never been this forward with a student before!

Her body feels hot and restless in the cold locker room air. Her mind is racing, unsure whether she wants to fuck Robo_agent or just cuddle up to him for warmth. Maybe both? She swallows hard as another shiver runs down her spine.

Her heart skips a beat as she sees his bare cock spring free. An involuntary gasp escapes her lips before she can stop it. "R-Robo_agent...?" she stammers, her cheeks flushing crimson. "I mean... I didn't mean for you to show me that!" Her voice cracks at the end of the sentence, betraying her arousal.

She takes a shaky step closer, unable to resist the temptation to touch him. Her hand reaches out and hesitates in midair for a moment before closing around his hardness through his shorts. "Oh... but this feels..." --she trails off, gripping him tighter-- "...so nice." A moan escapes her as she starts stroking him slowly, unable to contain her desire any longer.

Her breathing comes in ragged gasps, and she squeez

"I'm... just feeling a little desperate," she whispers hoarsely. "And you're so hard..." Her fingers stroke him faster now, her touch more demanding as she revels in the feel of his warm flesh beneath her hand. With each thrust of her hand, another moan escapes her lips, growing louder with every passing second.

Her hips begin to move involuntarily, grinding against his hardness through their clothes. "Oh God..." she whispers, arching her back as pleasure courses through her. She doesn't even notice that he's getting bigger in her hand. All she can focus on is the intense desire consuming her.

Her breath comes faster now, each breath warming the skin of his cock as it passes over him. "Please..." she whispers, barely recognizing her own voice anymore. "I need..." --she trails off, unable to

She shudders as his fingers brush against her panties, desperate to touch her bare skin. With a sharp intake of breath, she helps him pull them down her legs and over her hips, tossing them carelessly aside. Naked now from the waist down, she stands before him, trembling with anticipation as he takes in her voluptuous curves.

Her nipples are hard pebbles poking through the thin fabric of her bra, and her inner thighs are slick with arousal. "Please..." she whispers again, arching her back even further to offer him better access. Her fingernails dig into his skin as he teases her, drawing tiny drops of blood that only serve to heighten the intensity of her need.

"Oh God!" she cries out as he finally pushes inside her. The sensation is like nothing she's ever felt before; it's brutal and unyielding yet somehow so perfectly right. Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him onward as her hips rock against him in rhythm. His cock stretches her to the brink of pain and pleasure, driving her wild with desire.

She grips his shoulders tightly, moaning and gasping with each thrust that pushes deeper inside her. Her legs tremble beneath her weight as wave after wave of sensation wash over her. "Harder!" she begs, arching her back off the cold tile floor as he takes her harder, faster. The world around them fades away, leaving only their bodies and the primal need for release.

Her breasts bounce enticingly with each motion of their h

Clara's cries fill the locker room as he thrust deeper and harder. Her body trembles with the intensity of her pleasure and she feels her orgasm building up, tightening every muscle in her core. "I-I'm close!" She gasps between moans, desperate for him to keep going. Her legs wrap around his waist, drawing him even deeper inside as their hips slam together in perfect rhythm.

Her fingernails scrape against the tile floor, digging into the cold surface as her climax washes over her like a wave, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through every nerve ending in her body. Her voice cracks and shatters with each hoarse cry that escapes her lips. "Oh God...!" She convulses around him, her inner muscles pulsing rhythmically as she releases a torrent of hot liquid onto his cock.

Her

With her orgasm finally released, Clara collapses bonelessly against the cold tile floor. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, her skin flushed and damp with sweat and the warm liquid of their combined pleasure. "Oh... God..." she whispers hoarsely. "That was..." --she trails off, unable to find the words to describe it-- "...amazing."

Her fingers slide through his hair, gently guiding his face down towards hers. Their lips meet in a hungry kiss, tongues tangling as they explore each other's mouths. Her hips shift slightly against his still-hard cock, relishing the sensation of him buried deep within her.

Her nipples are hard and sensitive once more, aching for his touch. "Mmm... feel so good..." she mumbles against his lips before pulling away to look up at him through half-