Manage to hold off screaming in the middle of class, F
From Create Your Own Story
You fold your arms over the desk, the cool wood pressing against your heated skin as you lean forward. Burying your head into your arms, you hold on for dear life while your hips bounce lightly in the seat. Nathan's control over the teddy is unrelenting, and you can't help but submit to the pleasure it brings you. Your heart races, pounding in your ears, and you bite down hard on the sleeve of your jacket, muffling the moans threatening to spill from your lips.
"God, Nathan" you think to yourself, feeling the intensity of his actions through the magical connection between the stuffed animal and your own body. "How did I end up like this?"
Nathan, meanwhile, is completely consumed by the moment in his empty room. His breathing grows heavy and unsteady as he uses the stuffed teddy to satisfy his carnal desires and jerk himself to completion. Nathan's deep, ragged breaths fill the empty room, intermixed with grunts of pleasure and the faint rustling of the plush toy as he thrusts into it. Nathan grips the teddy tightly, using its soft body to relieve the tension building up within him, digging into its soft material as he uses it with body tense and trembling with each thrust, his muscles straining with effort. He loses himself in the moment, and with a loud groan that echoes off the walls, he thrusts forcefully into the plush toy one last time, filling it with several thick spurts of his release.
"Fuck...yes..." Nathan gasps out, sweat trickling down his forehead as the last remnants of his orgasm fade away. He lets go of the teddy, which falls limply to the floor, now bearing evidence of their intimate encounter.
Back in the classroom, you're left trembling on the desk, your legs weak and quivering. The sensation of Nathan's climax reverberates through your body, and you struggle to regain your composure as you ride the waves of your own euphoria. Your mind is filled with hazy thoughts, a mixture of guilt and delight, making it difficult to focus on anything else. The reality of the situation settling in. You know you should feel ashamed, yet you can't deny the thrill that courses through you, leaving you craving more of this forbidden pleasure.
Text Nathan to tell him you didn't cum yet /brat
Text Nathan back with affirmations of your cumming so hard for him during class
