Anya leaned against the locked gym door, her eyes sparkling with mischief as the group huddled in the dim hallway. At nineteen, she was the oldest, and she knew it gave her an edge. "So, we're really doing this? All of us, right here in the school? Maxim, you sure you can handle five horny women?" Maxim grinned, adjusting his stance. "Five? With the twins, it's six sparks waiting to ignite. But yeah, I'm game if you all are." Dasha smirked, crossing her arms. "Handle us? Please, we'll be the ones calling the shots. Who's first to get that cock hard?" Nastya chuckled, stepping closer. "Witty as ever, Dasha. But let's not waste time talking—Sveta and Katya are already dripping at the thought."
The twins exchanged a knowing glance, their identical smiles wicked. Sveta whispered, "Pussy's wet just imagining it. Shall we find a classroom?" They slipped into an empty biology lab, the air thick with anticipation. Anya pulled Maxim in for a fierce kiss, her hands roaming boldly. "No submission here, boys and girls—everyone takes what they want." The others circled, shedding clothes with confident laughs. Dasha stroked Maxim's growing erection. "Look at this hard cock already. Time for a blowjob to start things off?"
Maxim groaned as Katya dropped to her knees, her tongue teasing him while Sveta joined, their twin rhythm making him pant. "Fuck, you two are good," he managed. Anya watched, fingering her own wet pussy. "Save some for the rest of us. Dasha, get that ass ready— we're all sharing." Nastya pushed Maxim onto a desk, straddling him with authority. "My turn first. Slide into this dripping pussy." She rode him hard, sweating as the others touched and teased, building a frenzy of hands and mouths.
The group tangled together on the lab tables, explicit and unashamed. Maxim thrust into Nastya while Anya claimed his mouth, Dasha grinding against his fingers. The twins took turns with blowjobs, cum already beading as moans filled the room. "Harder," Sveta demanded, not submissive in the least. Panting escalated as orgasms hit—Maxim came first inside Nastya, but the women kept going, fingers and tongues driving each other over the edge in a sweaty pile.
Bodies glistening, they caught their breath amid scattered clothes. Anya grinned at the flushed group. "That was just the warm-up. The night's young, and this school's got more rooms to claim."
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