Evi Rei and Jordy Love

Two barely eighteen freshmen waste every Thursday tutoring hour pretending to chase verb conjugations. Their real agenda sits across the table, six foot two and built, with his shirt pulled taut. Evi and Jordy hit the classroom door, books nowhere in sight. They wait until Alberto’s pencil stops moving, then drop to their knees in tandem, tugging denim past his hips. His cock slaps free, thick, pale, pulsing. Jordy grabs the base first, tongue swirling while Evi mouths the heavy balls that rest heavy against his thigh. Their saliva starts to glisten along the shaft before the first few inches even clear Jordy’s throat. She gags once, pulls off wet, then turns to push the length sideways into Evi’s waiting mouth. Alberto grunts, fingers twisting into dark curls. Moans bounce between tile and fluorescent light while both girls lick and swap, throats flexing in rhythm. One lift and they’re on the desk. Jordy’s knees up, Evi on her back beside her. Alberto works between them with short, powerful strokes. Jordy’s breath stutters each time he bottoms out; Evi chews on her own fingers so she doesn’t scream. He switches fast—two hard thrusts inside Jordy, then two inside Evi—until both sets of thighs shake. Jordy’s slick pours down the crease of her ass. Evi’s nails bite the wood. When he can’t hold it, he pulls out, fist working over the flushed head. Ropes paint Jordy’s open mouth and both cheeks, hot and thick. She turns sideways without missing a beat, presses her lips to Evi’s and pushes the cum between them in a slow, filthy kiss. Tongues meet, tasting salt and heat while Alberto watches, still hard in his grip. The bell rings somewhere down the hall. Books stay closed. But both girls swallow, smile, and wipe their mouths with the backs of their hands like professionals—because practice, after all, makes perfect.