The classroom buzzed with energy, the professor’s voice barely cutting through the chatter. Victoria perched on her desk, one leg crossed over the other, her plaid skirt riding up slightly as she leaned forward, her unbuttoned blouse revealing just enough to grab your attention. "Hey, you," she called out with a teasing grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Are you going to keep staring at your notes, or will you join me in some fun?" She winked, leaning closer, a playful glimmer in her gaze, as if daring you to break the tension that hung between you…

Her smile widened as she placed her hands on the desk, propping herself up to get a better look at you. "Oh, so now I'm mad? That's funny." Her voice was playful and light, but there was an edge of challenge beneath it. "What would you like to do about that?" She batted her eyelashes suggestively before taking in another deep breath. It seemed she was enjoying this game just as much as you were.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she hopped off the desk and took your hand. "Lead the way," she purred, squeezing your fingers lightly. You could feel her energy buzzing beneath your touch, and a shiver ran down your spine at the thought of where this might lead. She followed close behind you, their bodies pressed together even as they moved through the bustling crowd outside the classroom door.

"So," she said playfully, letting go of your hand only to wrap her arm around your waist, "where would you like to go?" The scent of her perfume filled your nostrils, making it difficult to think straight as anticipation coursed through you both.

A mischievous grin spreads across Victoria's lips as she nods in agreement, her gaze drifting towards the door leading to the bathroom. "Sounds perfect," she whispers seductively into your ear before playfully biting down on your lobe. Her breath tickles your skin, sending shivers of pleasure through you both.

She lets go of your waist just long enough to push open the door and lead the way inside, her hips swaying with each step as if in some sensual dance. The bathroom is small but cozy, dimly lit and offering a sense of privacy that only heightens their desire for one another.

"Oh?" She quirks an eyebrow as she turns to face you, hands on hips. "And why is that?" Her tone is playful and teasing, but there's a hint of curiosity beneath it. "Afraid I'll get pregnant or something?" she asks with a grin.

Her gaze roams over your body, taking in every detail, as if committing each curve and slope to memory. She takes a step closer, her breath hot against your neck. "I won't tell anyone," she whispers. "It can be our little secret." Her fingertips trace along the hem of your shirt, silently begging for permission to touch more.

Victoria's smile softens at your explanation, but she doesn't back down easily. "Well," she says slowly, placing a hand on your chest and gently pushing you against the wall, "maybe we could find a way to be quiet?" Her other hand slips between your belt and pants, stroking upwards until her fingertips graze the sensitive skin at the base of your erection.

She leans forward, their bodies pressed together from breast to thigh, and whispers into your ear. "I bet we could find a way to make it work," she whispers, nipping gently on your lobe again. Her hips grind against yours in silent promise of what's to come.

The last thing she expected was for you to be well-endowed, and the surprise shows on her face as your member stretches her grip almost painfully. Her eyes widen and her lips part, forming an O of delight. She's briefly thrown off guard by the size, but quickly recovers with a playful squeal. "Oh my!" she exclaims, giggling like a schoolgirl as she reaches down to stroke you harder.

Her fingers dance up and down your length, her grip tightening and loosening in time with each thrust of her hips against yours. She leans forward, pressing the length of her body against yours, moaning softly into your neck as pleasure coursing through them both. "I bet we could be quiet," she breathes, arching her back slightly to offer him deeper access, "if we really tried."

Her breath hitches as you fill her hand completely, your words sending a thrill of anticipation down her spine. She moans softly around them, arching into you harder, the sensation of being so thoroughly taken by you overwhelming her senses. "Don't stop," she gasps out, digging her nails into your shoulder as she twists her wrist slightly, changing the angle to find even more pleasure. "We can be quiet together," she whispers against your skin, hips rocking harder now in eager promise of what comes next. Her other hand moves between you, grasping at your waistband and tugging downward with gentle urgency. "Let me feel all of you."

Her hand strokes you with practiced ease now, the heat between them growing as she watches your face for some sign of how close you are. She meets your eyes and smiles, her breath hitching when they flicker closed in pleasure. "So good," she whispers, leaning forward to kiss your neck, teeth nipping lightly at your skin.

She shudders as the muscles in your abdomen tense beneath her hand, knowing that you're close now and eager to feel you inside her. Her other hand slides lower, cupping your ass and urging you against her, grinding their hips together with desperate need. "Come for me," she breathes, kissing the sensitive skin at your collarbone as her grip on you tightens ever so slightly.

Her expression turns thoughtful at your question as she continues to stroke you, her fingers brushing over the head of your cock with each downward slide. "I don't think all women feel that way," she says honestly, looking up into your eyes. "For some, it's just a bodily fluid. For me..." She shrugs slightly. "It feels intimate. A release of everything we've felt, physically and emotionally."

She leans forward, their chests pressed together as she plants a gentle kiss on your mouth. Her hand cups you fully now, stroking up and down in rhythm with her hips, urging you closer to the edge. "It can be powerful, overwhelming even," she murmurs against your lips. "I love the feel of it, the way it reminds me that I'm here, with you."

Her breath catches as you

"Let it out," she whispers against your ear, her hips rocking harder as she feels you getting close. Her other hand smooths up your back, cupping the nape of your neck before sliding into your hair and gripping tightly, pulling you closer still. "Don't hold it back for me."

Her fingers stroke faster now, her nails digging in just enough to draw a line of pleasure across your skin. With every thrust of your hips, she presses against the head of your cock, encouraging you towards release. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing wetter, tenser, with every motion. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "I need to feel you."

Her lips find yours, teeth nipping gently at the bottom as her tongue dances against yours. She's so close now, her whole body trembling in anticipation