I sat on Shriya’s bed, trying to focus on my homework, but my eyes kept wandering to her. She was sitting at her desk, her long black hair cascading down her back, her piercing brown eyes concentrated on the textbook in front of her. She was wearing her school uniform, a plaid skirt and a white blouse, and I couldn’t help but think how fucking hot she looked.
“You’re staring at me again,” she said, without looking up from her book.
I chuckled, “Guilty as charged. You just look so hot in that skirt.”
She rolled her eyes, “You’re lucky you’re cute, because you’re not getting any smarter.”
I walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her waist, “You know I can’t resist you, even when you’re being mean to me.”
She playfully pushed me away, “Not here, you pervert. My brother is right next door.”
I groaned, “You’re killing me, Shriya.”
She looked up at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “How about we take some hot pics instead?”
I raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure?”
She stood up, striking a pose, “Yeah, why not? It’s not like we’re doing anything else.”
I grabbed my phone, snapping pictures of her as she posed in her school uniform. She was teasing me, making fun of me for being a “dirty old man” despite my young age. But I didn’t care. I loved every second of it.
As we continued taking photos, the sexual tension between us grew. Shriya started to get more and more turned on, and I couldn’t help but stare at her body. She noticed, of course, and decided to take things to the next level. She started to undo the buttons on her blouse, revealing more and more of her cleavage.
I couldn’t resist any longer. I started to touch her, running my hands over her breasts and down her skirt. She let me, but she was in control. She always was.
We undressed each other, our hands exploring each other’s bodies. She pushed me onto the bed, climbing on top of me. We started to have sex, with Shriya riding me and taking control of the pace and intensity.
And then, just as we were reaching our peak, Shriya’s brother walked in on us. I was embarrassed, trying to cover up, but Shriya just laughed and continued what she was doing.
Her brother was shocked and confused, watching for a few seconds before storming out of the room. But Shriya and I didn’t care. We continued to have sex, with Shriya moaning and screaming in pleasure.
When we were done, we lay in bed, satisfied and exhausted.
“I can’t believe what just happened,” I said, still trying to catch my breath.
Shriya smiled, “Me neither. But I can’t wait to do it again.”
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