Myra's brown eyes widened, her breath catching as she propped herself up on her elbows, her chest rising faster.

"What… do you mean?" she asked, her voice hoarse, tinged with nerves but laced with curiosity, her gaze darting to Viora, the tension between them flaring at the shift in tone.

Viora's green eyes narrowed, her lips parting slightly, her body tensing as she sat up, her bare breasts firm in the dim light.

"Yeah, Lor, spit it out," she said, her tone sharp but betraying a spark of interest, her eyes flicking to Myra, then back to him. "What's this about?"

Lor's grin softened, his voice dropping to a smooth, flirtatious drawl. "I'm just saying… you're both here, all worked up, looking like that."

His eyes roamed over them, slow and appreciative, lingering on Myra's freckled curves, Viora's toned lines.

"Ever thought about going further? Not for any ritual—just because you want to. Ever done it before?" His question hung in the air, bold but inviting, his fingers still tracing teasing patterns on their thighs, keeping the heat alive.

Myra's blush deepened, her hands fidgeting in the dust, her brown eyes darting to the floor before snapping back to him.

"I… no," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, her freckled cheeks flaming.

"I've never…" She glanced at Viora, her rivalry sparking as if daring her to claim otherwise.

"Have you?"

Viora's jaw tightened, her green eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and embarrassment.

"No," she said curtly, her tone clipped, her bare shoulders squaring as she met Myra's gaze.

"But I'm not scared, Myra. You sound like you're chickening out." Her words were a challenge, but her flushed skin and quick breaths betrayed her own nerves, the idea of crossing this line in front of her friend adding a layer of tension.

Lor chuckled, the sound low and warm, his hands sliding higher on their thighs, his touch light but suggestive.

"No one's chickening out," he said, his voice smooth, coaxing.

"You're both already so turned on—look at you, all flushed and trembling. Feels like the perfect moment to try something new, doesn't it? Just us, no rituals, no rules. You also want it, don't you?"

His hazel eyes locked on theirs, his grin inviting but not pushing, letting the idea simmer in the charged air.

Myra and Viora exchanged a glance, their eyes locking in a silent, tense negotiation—rivalry, curiosity, and arousal warring within them.

Myra bit her lip, her brown eyes flicking to Lor, then back to Viora, her voice hesitant but thick with desire.

"I… I guess it does feel right," she murmured, her freckled skin glowing with heat. "If you're in, Viora."

Viora's green eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a reluctant smirk.

"Fine," she said, her voice steady but laced with anticipation.

"I'm not letting you outdo me, Myra. Let's do it." Her gaze flicked to Lor, a spark of defiance in her eyes. "But you better make it worth it."

Lor's grin widened, his hazel eyes darkening with hunger as he leaned closer, his hands sliding to their hips, pulling them gently toward him.

"Oh, I will," Lor murmured, his voice a low, sultry promise.

His lazy grin widened, his black hair falling messily into his eyes as he sat back on his heels, his hands resting lightly on their thighs, his touch warm and teasing.

"So," he said, his voice smooth and flirtatious, "who wants to go first?" His gaze flicked between their flushed faces, reading their reactions—Myra's shy curiosity, Viora's guarded intrigue.

Myra's brown eyes widened, her freckled cheeks flaming as she glanced at Viora, her voice hesitant but thick with anticipation.

"I… um…" She bit her lip, her full breasts rising with her quick breaths, her inexperience evident in her nervous fidgeting.

Viora's green eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a defiant smirk, her naked body shifting as she propped herself up on her elbows.

"I'll go first," she said, her voice steady but laced with heat, her gaze flicking to Myra with a competitive edge. "Not scared, are you, Myra?"

Myra huffed, her brown eyes flashing.

"I'm not scared," she muttered, her tone sharp but shaky, her freckled skin glowing with a mix of arousal and rivalry. "Just… don't hog him, Viora."

Lor chuckled, the sound low and warm, his hands sliding to Viora's hips, guiding her gently.

"On your knees, then," he said, his voice a husky command.

"Let's make this good." Viora complied, her movements slow but confident, shifting onto all fours, her toned ass raised, her green ponytail swaying as she positioned herself on the dusty floor.

Her skin shimmered with sweat, her thighs parting slightly, exposing her wetness in the dim light.

Lor glanced at Myra, his grin playful but hungry.

"Help her out, Myra," he said, his voice coaxing. "Spread her hips for me."

Myra's eyes widened, her blush deepening, but she moved closer, her hands trembling as she reached for Viora's hips, her fingers brushing the smooth, toned skin.

She hesitated, her brown eyes flicking to Viora's face, the tension between them electric as she gently spread Viora's hips wider, exposing her fully.

Viora's breath hitched, her green eyes flashing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal at Myra's touch.

"Don't… make it weird," she muttered, her voice strained, her body tensing as Myra's fingers lingered, the contact intimate and charged.

"It's already weird," Myra whispered, her voice breathy, her brown eyes locked on Viora.

Lor knelt behind her, his cock fully hard, throbbing with anticipation as he admired her exposed form.

He turned to Myra, his grin playful but hungry, "Get me ready for her. Make it wet."

Myra's brown eyes widened, her breath catching, "You mean… like before?" she asked, her voice small.

"Yeah," Lor said, his voice a low growl, his hazel eyes glinting.

"Use your mouth. It needs to be slippery enough for her." He leaned back slightly, his cock inches from Myra's face, the air crackling with tension.

Myra hesitated, her brown eyes flicking to Viora, who watched her with a forced smirk, her green eyes challenging.

"Don't choke, Myra," Viora teased, her voice breathy, her hips shifting slightly, her arousal evident in the way her thighs glistened.

"Shut up," Myra muttered, her cheeks flaming as she leaned in, her lips brushing the tip of Lor's cock, her tongue darting out to taste him.

Her movements were slow, tentative at first, circling the head with soft, wet licks that made Lor groan low in his throat.

Her hands steadied herself on his thighs, her freckled fingers digging in as she took him deeper, her mouth warm and slick, coating him with saliva as she worked.

"That's it," Lor murmured, his voice rough with pleasure, his hand resting lightly on Myra's head, guiding her gently.

Myra's tongue swirled faster, her lips sucking softly, the sloppy rhythm making his cock glisten, her moans muffled as she pushed herself to please him.

Viora watched, her green eyes narrowing, her breaths quickening as Myra's mouth worked.

"Not bad," she said, her voice husky, a hint of envy in her tone. "But hurry up, Myra. I'm waiting."

Her words were teasing, but the tension between them was palpable, her body arching further, inviting Lor.

Lor pulled back from Myra, his cock slick and ready, his hazel eyes dark with need as he positioned himself behind Viora.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice low, his tip teasing her entrance, brushing against her wetness.

Viora nodded, her green eyes burning with anticipation, her thighs parting wider.

"Do it," she said, her voice steady but thick with desire.

He pushed in slowly, his cock sliding into her warmth, a low groan escaping him as her tightness enveloped him.

Viora moaned, her hands gripping the dusty floor, her body arching to meet his slow, deep thrusts.

"Fuck, Lor," she gasped, her voice ragged, her hips rocking back against him, her ponytail swaying with each movement.

Myra watched, her brown eyes wide, her breaths quickening as she knelt beside them, her freckled skin flushed with arousal, her hand drifting to her own clit, unable to resist.

"Is it… good?" Myra whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes locked on Viora's flushed face, a mix of envy and arousal in her tone.

Her fingers circled faster, her moans soft but growing sharper as she watched Lor thrust into Viora, his rhythm steady and sensual.

"Gods, yes," Viora panted, her green eyes half-lidded, her nails digging into the floor as Lor thrust deeper, his hands gripping her hips.

"Myra, you're… gonna lose it when it's your turn." Her words were breathless by the pleasure coursing through her.

Lor's thrusts quickened slightly, his cock driving deeper, his groans mixing with Viora's moans, the classroom filled with the sound of their bodies moving together.

Myra's fingers worked faster, her brown eyes locked on them, her arousal building as she watched.

"Keep going," Lor murmured, his voice rough, his hazel eyes flicking to Myra, then back to Viora, his rhythm relentless as he pushed Viora toward the edge.

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