The school gym pulsed with bass and flashing lights as seniors rang in the New Year. Ira, sharp-tongued brunette with a wicked smile, spotted her shaggy-haired classmate Max nursing a drink. 'Max, that mop on your head looks like it lost a fight with a hedge trimmer. Come to crash the party or just stare?' she quipped, hips swaying to the beat.
Max chuckled, eyes roaming. 'Only if the view includes you ditching that boyfriend of yours. He's probably home polishing his halo while you're here looking like trouble.'
'He's not my keeper,' Ira shot back, grabbing two glasses of champagne. 'And you're not as clever as you think. Dance with me before I change my mind.' The music swelled; bodies pressed close. Her hand brushed his thigh, feeling him grow hard. 'Already? Impressive, but let's see if you can keep up.'
They slipped into the empty bathroom, door locked. Ira shoved him against the wall, strong and commanding. 'Condom first. No games.' She dropped to deliver a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling until he was panting and gripping the sink. 'Fuck, Ira, your mouth is lethal.'
Rising, she hiked her dress, pussy already wet and dripping. Straddling him on the closed toilet lid, she sank onto his hard cock with a gasp. 'To cheating on fools,' she toasted, sipping champagne mid-thrust. They fucked wildly, sweating and horny, her ass bouncing as she rode him in control. He came with a groan, condom catching it all. Panting, Ira stood, adjusted her clothes, and smirked. 'Merry New Year, Max. Don't follow.' She left him there, a little drunk, heels clicking away.
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