Sexual desire seems like an endless vortex, sweeping in those caught within it, leaving none to emerge unscathed.
Of course, Sam is not entirely driven by desire. His seemingly reckless actions at this moment undoubtedly have their purpose.
He intends to make the woman beneath him experience a feeling akin to scratching an itch through a boot—a sensation of yearning yet unattainable satisfaction.
"Clang—"
"Clang—"
These are the sounds of tables and chairs shaking.
"Quicker... even quicker, you little rascal...!"
Intertwined breathing sounds.
The sunlight outside gradually dims, making everything happening in this classroom a scene destined to be remembered.
Although he did not penetrate Alice's vagina with his cock, it was very comfortable for Sam himself.
