Send another text to Nathan, telling him how you're keeping quiet in class for him, F
From Create Your Own Story
"Are you alright?" Alex asks, his voice low and concerned. "You seem a bit... flushed."
"I—uh—I'm fine," you stammer, trying to regain your composure. "Just a little warm in here, that's all."
"Should I open a window?" he offers, but you quickly shake your head, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself.
"No, no, it's fine. Really. Let's just enjoy the evening." You force a smile, praying it appears convincing enough.
With each thrust of Nathan's cock into the teddy, your grip on reality slips further away. The conversation around you fades into the background as your mind is consumed by pleasure. Your inner thoughts race, wondering how much longer you can keep up this facade and desperately hoping Alex doesn't uncover the truth.
Fingers trembling, you clutch your phone under the desk, struggling to focus on the lecture. Your heart races as you type out a message to Nathan, confessing your vulnerable position. "I'm in the middle of class... I'm on the brink of being caught, but I can't help it... You feel so good... So big..."
With each vibration from Nathan's thrusts into the teddy, now on his knees, one hand holding himself up and the other holding down the teddy for his pleasure, doggy style on his bed across campus, a shiver courses through your body. As you send a flurry of texts to him, Alex, sitting beside you, tries to subtly read your messages. He fails miserably, his eyes squinting with your phone charmed against peeping toms.
"God, you're so deep inside me," you text, your fingers shaking with every tap on the screen. "It's like I can feel every inch of you."
Nathan's heavy breathing is sin. He can barely catch a breath. Between gasps and moans, he manages to type, "Do you want me to fuck you faster? Harder?"
Tell him to do you exactly how he wants to, and to stop making you make decisions
