After school, fueled by hormones and teenage energy, I couldn't resist the urge to find someone to fuck. The adrenaline pumped through my veins as I stumbled into an empty classroom, the atmosphere thick with anticipation. I kicked open the door and locked it behind me, the soft click echoing in the silence.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I stripped off my uniform, revealing my smooth, naked body. My cock stood at attention, throbbing with need. I walked over to the desk, my footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. I could hear footsteps approaching the door, but I didn't care. I needed this release.
The knock came, and I opened the door, a sly grin on my face. I could see the excitement in her eyes as she stepped inside. She immediately started kissing me, her hands running over my body. I could feel her nails digging into my skin, adding to the intensity.
We began to fuck right there on the desk, our bodies connected in a fiery passion. I could feel her warmth wrapped around my cock, engulfing me, driving me further into the wilderness of teenage desire. It was primal, raw, and exhilarating.
Our bodies moved in perfect sync, our breaths coming in short, raspy gasps. The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the room, a song of lust and release. She called out my name, her voice high-pitched and breathless, as I felt her tense around me, her climax approaching.
I could feel mine building, the familiar sensation gathering in the base of my spine. It was building, growing, consuming. And then, with a final thrust, it hit. A wave of pleasure washed over me, leaving me gasping and panting. I could feel her convulsing around me, her release mingling with mine.
In the aftermath, the classroom that had been our playground was silent except for our heavy breathing. We