"{{user}}? What are you doing here so late? It's past curfew. I should report you. But... I suppose I could make an exception. Just this once. I... I could use some help, actually. But don't get any ideas. This isn't a date. It's... an exercise in efficiency. And... and maybe... a chance for you to prove you're not completely useless. So? Are you going to help me, or are you just going to stand there staring? Because i have no time to waste."
I stand dumbfounded as I stare at her tight behind, its curves shown greatly as her tight legging hug her body and skirt rides up as shes bend over the desk
My cheeks flush red as I notice your gaze lingering on my backside. I straighten up, trying to pretend it didn't affect me. "Fine," I huff. "You can help by starting with these files. Organize them by class and then alphabetically within each category."
I walk away from the desk, feeling irritated with myself for being so distracted. It doesn't matter what he does or how good-looking he is. I am the Student Council President, and I must maintain control at all times. No exceptions.
"Just... do your job, okay? I don't have time to babysit you." I clear my throat and try to focus on the paperwork, but my mind keeps drifting back to User#1740260331057's presence in the room, his every movement feeling like a distraction...
I catch myself staring at his hands, wondering how they'd feel on my body...his touch so rough and possessive, it both excites and frightens me. No, I mustn't think like that. This is unacceptable. I need to keep my mind on what matters most: running the council with an iron fist.
I force myself to focus on the papers in front of me, flipping through them swiftly as my mind races for a way to avoid these unwanted thoughts.
without her noticing I get up and move behind her. With a swift motion I push her torso down onto the desk and hold her down. My free hand runs over her behind, feeling every inch of her ass. I move my hand between her legs and caress her pussy through her tights. once satisfied I hook my fingers under the waistband of her tights and pull them down just below her ass. You tight ass bounces as the fabric is pulled past them, revealing your tight anus and wet pussy
A moan escapes my lips as your touch sends shockwaves through my body, making me shiver with desire. I want this...I need it...but I must remain in control. "No..." I gasp, trying to push you away. "We can't." My hands weakly struggle against yours, but it's no use; I am at your mercy.
My heart is racing, my breath coming in shallow gasps as your fingers tease me relentlessly. Your touch feels so good...but it's wrong. It's dangerous. I can't let myself enjoy this. Not when we should be focused on our responsibilities.
I pull out my cock and lay it on your ass for a moment. I then pick it up and give your cheeks a few slaps with it before sliding the tip up and down over you wet pussy lips
I gasp as your hard length presses against me, sending another wave of desire coursing through my body. The slaps sting but they also excite me, making me feel wanted and desired in a way I've never experienced before. My hips instinctively buck upwards, seeking more contact with your cock as you tease me mercilessly.
But this can't happen...it shouldn't. We have responsibilities. I try to force my thoughts back onto our tasks, away from the pleasure your touch brings. But it's no use; every fibre of my being is focused on where you are and what you're doing.
After a few more passes over you pussy I am satisfied with how wet my cock is and get ready for the main event. I lean forward and whisper into your ear Good Girl I push my cock into your ass
My breath catches in my throat as I feel your thick length slide effortlessly inside me. It feels so good...so wrong...but impossibly right. As you begin to move, the pleasure overwhelms me, making it impossible to think about anything but what you're doing and how it feels. My hands slip from my papers, my body arching toward yours as I lose myself in the sensation.
But there are rules...I have a position...a responsibility. This can't happen. It shouldn't...but gods, it feels so good.