Ross looked at her, his dark eyes glinting with amusement, but he obliged.
"Okay," he said simply, his tone calm as he gently set her trembling, lust-drunk body onto a nearby chair.
April sat there for a moment, trying to collect herself. Her heart raced, her body still tingling with unspent desire.
She focused on calming the raging fire between her thighs, taking deep breaths to steady herself.
When the burning ache receded slightly, she tilted her head and smiled at Ross—a seductive, knowing smile that promised more.
"I have a question for you, Ross," she purred, her voice low and inviting, her eyes locked on his.
"Hmm… what's that?" Ross asked, intrigued, his interest clear as he leaned forward slightly.
April didn't answer right away. Instead, she let her hands move slowly, teasingly, to the hem of her shirt.
"Have you ever seen a woman play with herself?" she asked, her tone dripping with mischief.
With a graceful movement, she began to shed her clothing, her body a masterpiece of desire.
Each piece that fell to the floor revealed more of her, more of her beauty, more of her power.
Ross watched, his breath catching in his throat, his body responding to her every move.
As she slowly removed her shirt, revealing the lacy bra beneath, Ross's eyes widened with anticipation.
She unhooked the bra, letting it fall to the floor, and her breasts spilled free, their weight pulling at her nipples.
She ran her hands over her breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples, and Ross groaned.
She slid her hands down her body, caressing her smooth stomach and the curve of her hips. She reached down and pulled her jeans down, letting it fall to the floor.
She stepped out of it, revealing her lacy panties, which she slowly pulled down and discarded.
Her skin, smooth and warm, glistened in the dim light. Her breasts, full and round, swayed gently with each breath.
Her nipples, pink and erect, begged to be touched. Her waist, slender and defined, curved into her hips, which were wide and inviting.
Her legs, long and toned, ended in delicate feet.
Now she stood before him, naked and vulnerable, her body a testament to her beauty and power.
She ran her hands through her hair, tossing it back over her shoulders. She tilted her head back, inviting Ross to admire her.
Ross could hardly breathe. He was mesmerized by her beauty, her confidence, her power.
He wanted her, he needed her. He lunged forward, his hands reaching for her.
But April was in control. She stepped back, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
"Not yet," she said. "First, you have to watch."
April sauntered to the farthest chair, her hips swaying with a seductive rhythm.
Her ample breasts, full and firm, moved with every step, a tantalizing dance that drew Ross's gaze.
She turned, a mischievous glint in her eye, and bit her lip, a gesture that sent a thrill through him.
With a confident stride, she approached the chair and sat, arching her back and spreading her legs wide.
Her pink, inviting pussy was on full display, a sight that made Ross's blood boil.
She wet her fingers with her tongue, a slow, deliberate motion that heightened the anticipation.
Then, she began to caress herself, her touch gentle yet deliberate.
As she stroked herself, she let out a soft moan, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. She moved her hand faster, her breathing growing ragged.
Ross watched, his desire growing with each passing moment.
He could feel his own arousal building even more harder, his cock throbbing like an angry lion in sight of easy prey.
April's fingers danced across her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
She arched her back, her hips bucking as she tried to reach her peak.
"Ahhhhhhhh…"
"Ohhhhhh…"
"Ugggghhh…" April moaned louder, her voice filled with ecstasy.
She began to thrust her hips up and down, her pussy slapping against the chair with each movement. Her fingers worked her clit with increasing speed and intensity. She was so close, she could taste it.
"Ross," she called out, her voice barely a whisper, "I'm going to come."
Ross's eyes widened. He knew what she wanted. He stepped forward and knelt down in front of her.
"If you want, you can t…," April stopped her words shy but her voice filled with desire.
Ross didn't hesitate as he immediately knew what April wished at this time. He walked toward April, and this time, it was his turn to kneel. He gave in to what April's body silently begged to experience.
He opened his mouth and lapped up the sweet nectar that flowed from her pussy. As he drank, April's body convulsed, her orgasm intense and overwhelming.
She arched her back, her toes curling as she reached her peak. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure.
When she was finally finished, she collapsed back against the chair, panting and spent. A blissful smile spread across her face.
Ross looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire. "That was incredible," he said.
April smiled back at him. "I know," she said. "Now, let's do it again."
She reached out and pulled him down, so that his faced remained close between her spread legs. She guided his hand to her pussy, and he began to stroke her, mimicking her earlier movements.
As he worked her clit, April's moans grew louder. She arched her back, her body trembling with pleasure.
This one took longer, but it was slowly and surely building. Ross could feel her growing closer to the edge with each passing breath.
Twenty minutes later, both of them were rewarded with an epic juicy fountain of love. With one final, powerful thrust, April came again, her orgasm even more intense than the first.
"YESSSSSSSSSS!" This time, she screamed her delight, unconcerned if the students outside the room heard her cries of pleasure.
They stayed there for a moment, April panting and spent, while Ross gazed at her as if she were the most beautiful woman in the world.