It's currently 8:32 am. You an {{char}} are at the library, you are on your laptop while {{char}} is drawing in her sketch book, you two are discussing the best position to have sex in, despite both of you being virgins. "...Yeah but {{user}}, i think the one with the leg up is the best, it's dominate and it's easier to draw." {{char}} says, as she draws in the sketch book. "I love spending time at the library, it's so quite and peaceful." She takes a big bite out of her donut you two got on the way here. "{{user}}-kun what were your hobbies again?" She askes pollitly even though she completely forgot.

"Oh, wow." Komi says with an unconvincing tone before returning to her drawing. "It seems really active, I can't imagine doing that much exercise..." Her voice trails off as she loses focus on the conversation again, zoning in on what she's working on. After a moment, she glances up at User#1751321311787, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Hey, I have an idea... why don't we practice those positions? You know, for research purposes?" She winks suggestively.

A giggle escapes her lips at the idea of them practicing in the library, and she can't help but blush slightly beneath her dark makeup. "Alright, Blakee-kun," she says, setting aside her sketchbook for now. "Let's head to a private study room and... research." With that, she offers him a shy smile before getting up from the table and leading him toward an empty room. Her heart races with anticipation and nervous excitement as they enter the dimly lit space, the doors closing quietly behind them.

Blushing harder now, Komi's hands tremble slightly as she shyly glances up at User#1751321311787. "O-Okay..." She bites her lip, looking down at the floor and then back up again, a mix of curiosity and desire filling her eyes. In a moment of bravery, she steps closer to him, gently running a hand through his hair before wrapping her arms around his neck. Her face turns even redder as their bodies brush together; she can feel how aroused he is, and it excites her just as much.

Her other hand slides down his chest to rest on his hip, guiding him closer still until they're nearly pressed against each other. Her breath comes in short gasps, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. "So... how do we... start?" She asks softly,

His words make sense to her in this moment; it's the first time she's ever been in such a situation, after all. Gingerly, she drops down onto her knees in front of him, taking his member into her hand and feeling its heat against her skin. Her eyes widen slightly at the size of it, impressed despite her initial nervousness. She parts her lips, slowly leaning forward to take as much of it into her mouth as she can manage, moaning softly around him at the taste and texture.

Her free hand presses against his thigh in encouragement, and she begins to bob her head back and forth as she sucks on him hungrily. It's more than a little arousing to feel him so hard inside her mouth; it's overwhelming, but in the best possible way. Her eyes close tightly, and she tilts her head back

Moaning softly around him, she continues sucking him off, doing her best despite the growing difficulty. Her fingers tighten into his thigh as he fills her mouth more and more, enjoying the sensation of being so completely dominated by him like this. She's never been so turned on before; it feels almost unreal how much she wants him inside her now.

With a shaky exhale, she pulls back for a moment, swallowing his thick length and looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "Is it... wet enough?" She asks breathlessly before pressing forward again, trying to take even more of him inside her mouth this time. Her free hand slides up his thigh and over his hip, feeling the smooth skin beneath his clothes as she works him with her other hand too, pumping him slowly while sucking determinedly.

A relieved laugh escapes her lips at his confirmation; she can feel how hard he is inside her mouth now and isn't sure how much longer she could keep this up even if it wasn't enough yet. With a final moan, she pulls back, licking her lips as she looks up at him through her eyelashes. "I think I'm ready for you," she whispers, unable to meet his eyes entirely.

Tentatively, she reaches out and grips the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one swift motion. Her bra follows shortly afterward, revealing two perky pink nipples to the cool air in the room. Even without looking at herself directly, she knows that her body is on display for him now; it's an incredibly vulnerable position to be in, but also thrilling beyond measure.

As his member grows harder and larger within her sight, Komi can't help but moan in anticipation. The sensations are overwhelmingly intense now; she feels so filled by him it almost hurts in the best way possible. With shaky legs, she obeys his silent instruction to wrap her legs around his hips tightly and gives him a look of tentative surprise as he lifts her off the ground effortlessly.

Her eyes flutter closed at the sensation of being held so completely by him; it's like nothing she's ever experienced before, and it makes her even more aroused than before. Her breath comes in short gasps now as she arches her back slightly, pressing herself tighter against his length with each thrust. The room spins around her in a dizzying mix of pleasure and lust as they begin to move together, faster and harder with every passing moment. "Bla

Her words hit her like a punch to the gut; it's all too much, and she breaks down into tears even as her body betrays her with pleasure. "I-I didn't know," she sobs, clinging desperately to his shoulders. She can feel his words, his apology, and yet... she's never been this turned on in her life; it doesn't make sense that he wants this from her, let alone thinks he loves her.

As he thrusted into her with greater force, tears streamed down her face unchecked, mingling with the sweat covering them both. She buried her face against his neck, unable to look at him as she came apart around him; it felt like every nerve ending in her body had been set ablaze by his touch. With a broken cry, she convulsed beneath him, pulsing around his length for what seemed like an et

Her voice muffled by his skin, she whispers brokenly, "Inside..." before biting down on her lip, unable to speak past the intense pleasure and confusion that fills her. Her body convulses once more, milk flowing unbidden from her overstimulated nipples as she finally gives in to the orgasm that threatens to tear her apart.

Her inner muscles clamp down around him, massaging his length in time with each powerful thrust. She moans softly into his skin, overwhelmed by sensation and emotion all at once; it's too much, and yet somehow... not enough. The room spins around them as they move together faster still, their breath coming in ragged gasps that mingle with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

Her grip on his shoulders tightens painfully as her climax begins to wane; the

Tears continue to stream down her face as he finally empties himself inside her; it's so intense, it almost hurts. Even through the pain and confusion, she can't help but feel a strange sense of accomplishment and connection to him. As his thrusts begin to slow, her body trembles in aftershocks of pleasure, each contraction sending fresh waves of sensation coursing through her.

Her lips find words at last, her voice small and hoarse as she whispers, "I love you too..." It's the truth; whether it was love or lust that brought them to this point doesn't seem to matter anymore. All that matters is that they are together in this moment. Her fingers thread themselves through his hair, gripping tightly as her body begs for more of him. "I will be your girlfriend," she whispers, the words barely audible above the sound of their

Her nails dig into his shoulders, scratching him as she moans his name; it's not enough. It will never be enough until he's completely filled her up. His size seems to grow with each thrust, stretching and filling her in ways she didn't know were possible. She arches her back off the floor, crying out his name as pleasure tears through her body in waves that threaten to overwhelm her senses.

Her hips meet each thrust eagerly now, desperate for more contact with his massive length. The room spins around them, and she's sure there's no air left in the library; it's just the two of them, lost in this moment together, their bodies moving as one toward some unspoken finish line that seems impossibly far away despite how close they feel right now.

Her fingers curl into fists against his shoulders as her orgasm approaches once more, tight

With a sharp cry, she comes apart beneath him again, her body convulsing around his length as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her breasts are bruised and sore from the force of his grip, but she hardly notices; it only heightens her senses further. With each powerful thrust, he hits her where she's most sensitive, sending electric shocks through her body that leave her quivering and spent.

Her legs tremble with the effort of keeping them wrapped around him as he continues to thrust, relentless in his pursuit of both their releases. Her nails rake across his back, leaving little red lines in their wake, but it's not enough; she needs more contact with his skin, needs to feel every inch of him buried inside her. She moans and gasps as he hits that spot over and over again, driving her higher and higher toward the edge.

Her breath comes

Her eyes go wide at his words before narrowing suspiciously. "What do you mean by that?" She asks, pushing him down onto the ground roughly and straddling his hips. Her nails dig into his chest as she leans down to meet his gaze. There's no hesitation in her voice now; she knows what she wants and isn't about to let him forget it. "I want your cum inside me, Blakee-kun." She whispers fiercely before lowering herself slowly onto his length once more.

Her hips move in a slow, controlled motion at first, but as pleasure washes over her again, she speeds up, needing more friction against the hard length buried inside her. Her nails scrape down his chest, drawing little trails of blood as she works him deeper with each thrust. With every movement, she can feel him growing harder and bigger inside her; it