The classroom was empty, save for the two figures that moved quietly in the dim light. Egor pushed a mop bucket, its wheels squeaking softly against the linoleum floor, while Margarita followed behind him, a broom in hand. She bent over to pick up a fallen eraser, and Egor couldn't help but notice the way her body curved, the gentle sway of her hips.
"Well, someone's excited for cleaning duty," Margarita said, looking over her shoulder at Egor, a smirk playing on her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing, and Egor felt a flush rise to his cheeks.
"I'm just excited to see you bend like that, Margarita," he replied, trying to play it cool. But the truth was, he was anything but.
Margarita straightened up, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Why don't we take a break from cleaning and scratch that itch?" she suggested, her voice low and sultry.
Egor didn't need any more encouragement. He approached Margarita, his arms encircling her waist as he started kissing her neck. She moaned softly, her head tilting back to give him better access.
"Faster, Egor, I'm not getting any younger here," Margarita said, her voice breathy. She bent over the desk, her skirt riding up slightly. Egor's hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts as he quickened his pace.
Margarita was in control, directing Egor with her words and actions. "Take me to the wall," she demanded, her voice husky. Egor lifted her up, his hands gripping her thighs as he pressed her against the cold concrete.
Margarita's moans grew louder, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Egor!" she screamed, her body shuddering in pleasure. Egor followed shortly after, leaning his forehead against her shoulder as he caught his breath.
"I need to go to the bathroom, I need to clean up," Margarita said, her voice still breathless. Egor nodded, still recovering from their encounter.
Margarita exited the classroom, leaving Egor to finish the cleaning. He watched her go, a smile playing on his lips. He couldn't wait for her to come back.
"Don't forget to finish cleaning, I'll be back in a minute," Margarita said, her voice echoing in the empty classroom. Egor nodded, already planning his next move.
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