Adultery NAZRIN AN INNOCENT WIFE (With pics)

[Safestguy]

Good Story

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Naz has all qualities of perfect whore. She is rocking.

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[Vasanthan]

Good transformation

Nazrin has got a slave to rule in bed. She should be liking BDSM and cruel inside.

[ShakirAli]

C’mon bro… update the story further. You’v been doing good job generating the story perchance. Develop Nazrin into someone in control of these young hunks… making them her puppets in this carnal game. 

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[masud93]

ye story bhi gayi

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Nazrinnnnnnnnnnnnn

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[chellaporukki]

Long time no update

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She is Waiting. . .Please update soon. 

[magneticpersonality]

Itz been a long time that you had updated.

Do you have any plans to continue or not ?

If you are short of creativity & not able to proceed, then please make it clear.

Unnecessarily don't give expectations & disappoint readers.

Either update or make your stand clear.

[puneroughdaddy]

Itz been a long time that you had updated.

Do you have any plans to continue or not ?

If you are short of creativity & not able to proceed, then please make it clear.

Unnecessarily don't give expectations & disappoint readers.

Either update or make your stand clear.

Bhai dhang se bheek mango, shayad rehem aajay

[Cuckoldindian]

Update 13:

He sat up slowly, the fabric of the couch sticking slightly to his skin from the oil. With a self-conscious gesture, he reached down to cover his still semi-hard cock with his hand. The room was silent for a moment, the only sound the distant wail of a siren outside.

 
"Arun," Nazrin said, her voice a velvety caress, "don't hide it. I've seen everything, and I love it."
 
Arun's cheeks grew even redder, but he obeyed her, his hand dropping away to reveal his still semi-hard cock.
 
Nazrin took a step back, her eyes never leaving his body. The sight of him, sprawled out on her couch, coated in oil and cum, was a heady one. But she knew she couldn't let him see the extent of her own arousal, not yet. With a sultry smile, she turned and sauntered to the bathroom, her hips swaying with an exaggerated grace that was not lost on him.
 
Once behind the closed door, she let out a shaky breath, her hand moving to her own wet panties. The fabric was sticky with her desire, a stark reminder of the need that was clawing at her insides. She peeled off the damp material, her fingertips grazing the sensitive flesh of her pussy. The touch was like a spark to dry tinder, igniting a fire that had been smoldering all evening.
 
With trembling hands, she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, letting the garment fall to the floor with a whisper. Her breasts felt heavy and full, the cool air of the bathroom a stark contrast to the heat of her skin. She stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over her like a lover's embrace.
 
As the water rinsed away the oil and sweat from their earlier encounter, Nazrin's thoughts returned to Arun's cock, the way it had felt in her hand, the power of his climax. She leaned against the tiles, the water beating a rhythmic tattoo on her skin. With a sigh, she slid her hand down her stomach, her fingertips brushing against the soft mound of her mons. The mere thought of his touch was enough to make her shiver with need.
 
Her hand grew bolder, her fingers slipping through her wet folds to find the swollen bud of her clit. She began to rub herself in earnest, her moans echoing off the tiles as the water washed over her. She knew Arun could hear her, the sound of her pleasure a siren's call that beckoned him closer. But she didn't mind. In fact, it only served to excite her more, the idea of him listening, knowing what she was doing, adding a thrilling edge to her solo act.
 
The orgasm built within her like a storm, her hips rocking back and forth against the hand that brought her so much pleasure. The water rushed down her body, a warm caress that seemed to amplify the sensations, carrying the scent of the oil with it. Her breath grew ragged as her fingers danced over her clit, her other hand gripping the edge of the shower for support.
 
With a final, guttural moan, Nazrin reached climax, her legs giving out beneath her. The water pounded against her back, a soothing balm to the fire that had consumed her. She slid to the floor of the shower, the tiles cool against her skin as she rode out the last tremors of her release.
 
As she calmed, she reached for the shower gel, her hand shaking slightly from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She lathered her body with the sweet-smelling foam, the scent mixing with the lingering aroma of the coconut oil and their shared passion. The act of cleaning herself was almost ritualistic, a silent acknowledgment of the line they had crossed.
 
Turning off the shower, she stepped out of the steamy enclosure, her skin glistening with beads of water that rolled down her curves like a lover's caress. The cold air of the bathroom hit her, causing goosebumps to rise on her flesh. She grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her body like a warm embrace, the soft fabric clinging to her wet skin.
 
As she emerged from the bathroom, the candlelit room came into view once again. Arun was still sitting on the couch, his body laid bare, his cock now at rest against his thigh. He looked up at her with a mix of admiration and awe, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. The power she had felt earlier grew stronger, a heady rush that made her feel invincible.
 
"Stop gawking at me like that," she said with a smirk, her voice a velvety purr that seemed to wrap around him like a warm blanket. "You've seen me in bra and panties before, Arun."
 
Her eyes danced with mischief as she stepped closer to him, the towel barely concealing her naked form. Arun swallowed hard, his eyes tracking the droplets of water that had escaped the towel and trailed down her body like a map of desire.
 
"Ma'am, you were... moaning inside the bathroom?" he managed to stutter out, the question hanging in the air like a challenge.
 
Nazrin's smirk grew wider, her eyes sparkling with a wicked light. "Yes, Arun," she said, her voice a purr that seemed to stroke his very soul, "I was so horny seeing your dick and you cumming, I had to relieve myself."
 
He looked at her with a mix of longing and sadness, his cock twitching slightly at the memory of her hand on him. "But ma'am," he protested softly, "I could have helped you. Or at least you could have done it in front of me."
 
Nazrin's eyes darkened with a hint of mischief. "The anticipation is part of the fun," she purred, lowering herself onto the couch beside him. The towel barely covered her, revealing the ample cleavage that spilled from her bra. "Besides, I like watching you squirm, knowing that you're dying to touch me."
 
Her leg brushed against his, the warmth of her skin sending a shiver up his spine. "But don't worry, my sweet Arun," she continued, her voice a siren's song that seemed to weave a spell around them, "you'll get your chance." Her hand reached out to trace a line from his shoulder to his waist, her fingertips grazing the soft hair that trailed down to his navel. "When I'm ready, you'll be the first to know."
 
Nazrin watched as Arun's cock grew hard again, the promise of her words like a potent aphrodisiac. The power she had over him was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and control that made her feel alive in a way she never had with her husband. "Now," she said, standing up with a grace that belied the passion that still coursed through her veins, "it's time for you to clean up. And remember," she added, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, "I want to hear you when you cum."
 
Her eyes never left his as she walked away, leaving him to the task of cleaning the sticky remnants of their encounter from his body. She could feel his gaze on her, the heat of his desire a palpable presence that seemed to cling to her like a second skin. The door to the bathroom clicked shut behind her, and she took a moment to compose herself before heading to her bedroom.
 
Her heart was racing, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The line between teacher and student had been irrevocably crossed, and yet the thrill of it all was like a drug, leaving her craving more. She knew she was playing with fire, but the flames seemed to be all that could warm the cold emptiness of her marriage.
 
Nazrin walked to her bedroom, the towel still wrapped around her, her bare feet silent on the cool tiles. The candles she had lit earlier cast a flickering glow that danced on the walls, creating an atmosphere of anticipation that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of her racing heart. She opened her dresser, her eyes searching through the neatly folded clothes for the items she had bought with Muthu and Praveen. Her fingers found the lacy fabric, the memory of their smirks and knowing glances as they picked out the lingerie sending a shiver down her spine.
 
With trembling hands, she removed her towel, allowing the cool air to kiss her skin. The Red lace bra and matching panties looked up at her, a silent challenge that she eagerly accepted. She slid the panties up her legs, the delicate fabric caressing her thighs like a lover's touch. The bra cupped her breasts perfectly, the lace framing her hardened nipples like precious jewels. She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror, her body transformed by the power of the seductive undergarments.
 
Her reflection taunted her, the woman staring back at her unrecognizable from the frustrated wife she had once been. With a sense of empowerment, she strode into the living room, her bare feet padding softly on the cold floor. The candles had burned lower, casting eerie shadows that danced across the walls like silent witnesses to her newfound freedom.
 
On the couch, she found her phone, a glowing rectangle of temptation amidst the darkness. She picked it up, the weight of it feeling heavier than usual in her hand. The screen lit up with messages from Muthu and Praveen, their words a siren's call that drew her back into the intoxicating world of forbidden desire. The messages were a mix of lewd comments and pleas for more, their hunger for her a potent aphrodisiac.
 
Her thumb hovered over Fahim's name, the weight of his messages a stark contrast to the thrill of the students'. With a flick of her wrist, she dismissed him, uninterested in the mundane concerns of her husband. The digital world of the WhatsApp group was a siren's lair, filled with the sweet whispers of men eager to satisfy her every whim.
 
"Hey guys," she typed into the chat, her heart racing with excitement, "sorry for the delay. I got a little... distracted." The screen lit up with a flurry of replies, each one more eager than the last. She could almost hear their panting breaths as they imagined her, naked and wet, in the throes of passion.
 
Muthu's message stood out among the rest: "What were you doing, Ma'am?" The innocence in his question was a stark contrast to the smoldering desire in her mind, and she couldn't help but smirk as she composed her reply. "Oh, you know," she typed with a winky emoji, "just taking care of some personal... business."
 
Praveen's response was almost instant: "Ma'am today in the lab you told us your husband is going out on a business trip, how did you take care of yourself?" The audacity of his question made her pulse quicken. It was as if he knew, as if he could feel the echoes of her recent climax through the screen.
 
Nazrin's eyes danced with a mischievous light as she typed, "Guys, I fingered myself and orgasmed 3 times," deliberately leaving out the part about Arun. The lie was a thrill, a secret shared only with them that made her feel powerful. The chat erupted with messages, each one more graphic than the last. The illicit nature of their conversation fueled her arousal, her hand drifting down to the damp fabric of her panties.
 
Muthu replied with a smirking emoji, "Ma'am, you're insatiable." Praveen's message was a string of fire emojis followed by, "Damn, that's hot!" Their eager responses were like a drug, feeding the addiction she had developed for their attention and validation. Her own desire grew as she imagined their cocks growing hard at the thought of her touching herself.
 
"Tell us more," Praveen urged, his message a blunt command that made her stomach clench with excitement. "What did you think about while you played with yourself?"
 
"I thought about you two, of course," she replied with a sultry smile, her voice thick with desire. "I thought about how much you wanted me, how badly you'd want to be here, feeling how wet I am."
 
Their responses were immediate and fervent. Muthu's words were a string of profanities, his desire barely contained by the digital barrier. Praveen, on the other hand, was more eloquent, painting a vivid picture of what they'd do to her if they had the chance.
 
"Ma'am, we would lick every inch of you," Praveen typed, his message a sensual promise that sent a shiver down her spine. "We'd make you cum so hard, you'd forget your own name."
 
Nazrin felt a warmth spread through her core, her hand slipping under the waistband of her panties to feel the slickness that had gathered there. "Mmm," she murmured, her thumb circling her clit, "I bet you would."
 
Muthu and Praveen's messages grew more urgent, their words painting a vivid picture of the pleasure they would give her if she were to let them. "Ma'am, we'd worship your pussy," Muthu wrote, his words sending a jolt of excitement through her body. "We'd make you scream louder than you ever have before."
 
The bathroom door swung open, and Arun stepped out, his body gleaming with water. He was naked, the candlelight casting a warm glow over his bare skin. Nazrin's eyes snapped up, her thumb hovering over the screen as she took in the sight of him. He was beautiful, his body sculpted by years of discipline and hard work. Her hand stilled, the phone momentarily forgotten as she took in the full view of his naked form.
 
Her gaze traveled down to his cock, now at half-mast but still impressive. The sight of him sent a fresh wave of desire crashing over her, making her pulse quicken. She had to force herself to look away, to remember the game she was playing with the students. "Guys, I have to go," she typed hastily, her thumbs moving with surprising speed. "BYE!" She hit send, the message disappearing into the digital void.
 
Nazrin placed the phone on the coffee table, the glow of the screen casting an eerie light on the darkened room. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort to compose herself. "Arun," she called out, her voice a siren's song that seemed to resonate in the air. "Come and sit beside me."
 
He walked over with a shyness that was almost endearing, his bare feet making soft whispers against the floor. She patted the cushion next to her, the candles casting a warm glow across her naked skin. Arun sat down, his eyes darting from the phone to her, the scent of coconut oil still lingering in the air.
 
"Ma'am," he began, his voice a mix of awe and desire, "this bra and your panties look... sexy."
 
Arun's gaze was glued to the scrap of red lace that barely contained Nazrin's ample breasts. Her nipples pushed against the fabric, two pebbled peaks that begged for his touch. The sight of him looking at her with such hunger made her feel alive, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time.
 
"Thank you, Arun," she said, her voice a smooth purr that seemed to wrap around him like a warm embrace. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves." She reached out, her hand resting lightly on his thigh. He jumped slightly at the contact, his cock twitching in response.
 
Arun's breath hitched in his throat as he looked into her eyes, his voice thick with lust. "Thank you for masturbating me, ma'am," he murmured, the words a declaration of his submission to her will. The weight of his desire was palpable, his cock growing harder with every second that passed.
 
Nazrin leaned closer to him, the heat from her body a silent promise of what was to come. "How did you feel, my sweet Arun?" she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. Her hand slid higher up his thigh, her fingertips grazing the base of his cock. "Tell me everything."
 
Arun's eyes grew wide, his pupils dilating as he struggled to form coherent words. "Ma'am," he stammered, "it was... different. I've masturbated before, of course, but it's never felt like that. Your hand... it was like nothing I've ever experienced." His voice grew softer, almost reverential, as he spoke. "When you touched my cock, it was like... I could feel your energy, your power."
 
Nazrin's hand on his thigh grew heavier, her fingers curling slightly into his skin as she leaned in closer. "And when I was touching you," she whispered, her breath a warm caress against his neck, "what were you thinking?"
 
Arun's eyes fluttered closed, the memory of her touch overwhelming him. "Ma'am," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "I was thinking of how much I wanted you to touch me everywhere." His hand moved to cover hers, his own fingers tracing the path hers had taken earlier. "When you touched my cock, I was imagining it was your mouth, your pussy."
 
Nazrin withdrew her hand from his thigh, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "I didn't know you could talk like this, Arun," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Do you watch porn?" The question hung in the air, a challenge that made him blush furiously. He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, unable to break the intense connection.
 
"Ma'am, I used to watch porn on my brother's phone," he admitted, his voice a low murmur. "Since mine doesn't have internet, I had to find other ways to... satisfy myself." He paused, his breathing growing heavier as he gathered the courage to continue. "But I've always liked watching real women. Sometimes, when I knew one of them would be bathing, I'd sneak a peek and masturbate, thinking of them."
 
Nazrin's eyes gleamed with interest, her hand sliding away from his cock to caress his cheek. "Tell me," she urged, her voice a sultry whisper, "who was the first woman you saw naked?"
 
Arun's face grew red with embarrassment, his gaze dropping to the floor. He stuttered out his response, his voice barely audible. "Ma'am, it was my... my mom." The admission hung in the air, charged with the weight of his secret.
 
Nazrin's eyes widened, the revelation hitting her like a slap. She had never considered the possibility that Arun's desires had been shaped by his mother. Her mind raced with questions, but she knew this was not the time for them. Instead, she leaned in closer, her hand gently cradling his cheek. "Arun," she said softly, "you can tell me anything." Her voice was a soothing balm, coaxing him to continue.
 
He took a deep, shaky breath, his eyes still on the floor. "Ma'am, it was an accident. In our house, there's no inside bathroom. The bathroom is at the backside of the house, without a roof. One day, I was on the terrace, and I saw my mom go inside to bathe. I didn't mean to, but... I could see her from above." He paused, swallowing hard. "As she started to undress, I got a hard-on. And when she was naked, I couldn't help but masturbate right there."
 
Nazrin felt a mix of emotions – shock, pity, and a strange thrill at his confession. She had never considered the depths of his deprivation, the lengths he must have gone to satisfy his curiosity about the female body. The innocence of the situation tugged at her heartstrings, even as the thought of him watching his mother made her stomach twist.
 
"Just that time, you saw her naked, right?" she asked gently, her voice filled with a softness that seemed to coax his secrets from him like a moth to a flame. Arun nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, his expression a poignant mix of guilt and longing.
 
"No, Ma'am," he confessed, his voice low and trembling, "after that, whenever I got the chance, I would see her bathing." The words hung in the air, thick with the weight of his admission. Nazrin felt a strange thrill at his confession, her hand unconsciously moving to cover her mouth as she processed the information.
 
"Tell me," Nazrin said, her voice a gentle coax, "any other women have you seen naked?" The question hung in the air, thick with tension and the promise of more secrets to be revealed. Arun's eyes darted to the side, and she could see the internal struggle playing out on his face.
 
He took a deep breath before finally speaking, his voice barely a whisper. "Ma'am, last year, I was watching porn on my brother's phone," he began, his gaze drifting to the flickering candles, "and the curiosity, it was too much. I had to know what it felt like, to be with a real woman." His eyes met hers again, searching for understanding. "So, I stole some money from my father and went to a... a prostitute."
 
The room grew quiet, the only sound the faint crackle of the candles and the hammering of Nazrin's heart. "You went to a prostitute?" she repeated, trying to keep her voice even. "What was that like?" Her hand fell away from his cheek, but she kept her gaze on him, needing to hear every word.
 
Arun nodded, his eyes now focused on the flickering flames. "It was... scary at first," he admitted, his voice barely a murmur. "But the woman was nice. She saw how nervous I was and helped me relax." He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the effort. "Ma'am, when I saw her naked, it was like... nothing I've ever seen before. She was so beautiful."
 
The memory was etched in his mind, a mix of excitement and fear that had stayed with him. "I didn't know what to do, so she guided me," Arun continued, his eyes glazed over with the recollection. "She touched me, kissed me, and then she... she put my cock inside her." He paused, his cheeks flushing a deep red. "It was... amazing. She was my first, and I couldn't believe how good it felt."
 
Nazrin leaned in, her own curiosity piqued by the raw honesty in his words. "What was her name?" she asked softly, her hand resting comfortingly on his leg.
 
Arun took a moment before speaking, as if the name was a sacred incantation that could shatter the delicate balance of their conversation. "Ramya," he murmured finally, his voice filled with a reverence that seemed almost painful. "I went to her a few times after that, whenever I could steal some cash from my brother or father."
 
Nazrin felt a stab of jealousy at the mention of another woman's name, but she pushed it aside. This was about understanding him, about claiming him fully for herself. "So tell me now," she said, her voice a sultry purr that seemed to coil around him like a serpent, "who looks sexier to you, me or Ramya?"
 
Arun's eyes snapped to hers, the candlelight dancing in their depths. "Ma'am, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he said, his voice earnest and full of conviction. "But I haven't seen you naked yet."
 
Her eyes fell to his erection, standing tall and proud against his thigh. He had always been so eager for her, so eager to please. The sight of it made her feel powerful, in control. Without breaking eye contact, she spat into her palm, the wet sound echoing through the room. She watched as the saliva mixed with the oil on her skin, creating a slick, tantalizing sheen.
 
"He naughty," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down his spine. "But I'm not a prostitute to get naked just because you want me to." Her hand hovered over his cock, the anticipation making it twitch with anticipation.
 
At that moment, the lights in the room flickered back to life, the sudden brightness making them both jump. The electricity had returned, bathing the room in a stark, artificial glow that seemed to strip away the last veneer of their inhibitions. Arun's cock stood at full attention, the glistening head pointing towards the ceiling like a compass to his desire.
 
Nazrin's gaze took him in, her eyes lingering on the proud length of his arousal. She had never seen a man so fully exposed, so vulnerable, and so utterly hers. The sight of him naked, his body bared to her, sent a thrill through her that was more potent than any drug. She knew that she could have him, that he was hers to command, and the power was intoxicating.
 
But the moment was shattered by the sudden ring of a phone. Arun's phone, which he had carelessly placed on the coffee table next to them, sprang to life, the harsh electronic tone cutting through the quiet like a knife. He jumped, his hand flying to the device as if it were a live wire.
 
"Hello, Appa," he said, his voice tight with the effort of maintaining his composure. The conversation was in Tamil, a language Nazrin didn't fully understand, but she could feel the tension in his body as he spoke, his eyes darting to her and then away.
 
The phone call was brief but seemed to stretch on forever, each word a pinprick of reality in their otherwise fantastical bubble. When he finally hung up, the silence between them was deafening. Arun's hand hovered over his erection for a moment before he realized what he was doing and snatched it away, looking at her with a mix of embarrassment and regret.
 
"Ma'am," he said, his voice low and apologetic, "my father needs my help." He stood up, his body awkward and uncomfortable. "I'm sorry."
 
Nazrin watched him, her eyes never leaving his cock, which was still standing proud despite the interruption. "It's alright, Arun," she said, her own voice thick with disappointment. "Duty calls."
 
Before he could react, she stood up, her own semi nakedness seemingly forgotten. She took a step closer to him, her body swaying with a natural grace that seemed almost predatory. Arun's eyes followed her, his gaze hungry as he took in the full grandeur of her beauty.
 
"This is a gift for being a good boy today," Nazrin whispered, her breath hot against his cheek. Her hand cupped his face, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw before she leaned in and captured his mouth in a kiss that was anything but innocent.
 
Their lips met with a hunger that seemed to set the air around them on fire. Arun's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, his cock pressing insistently against her thigh. The kiss was deep, their tongues tangling in a dance that spoke of unbridled passion and desire. It was a kiss that promised more, a kiss that held the promise of unspoken secrets and illicit pleasures.
 
Nazrin's hand slid down his chest, her fingernails raking lightly over his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Her thumb circled his nipple, teasing it to a hard peak before sliding down to rest on the head of his cock. He gasped into her mouth, his hips jerking involuntarily.
 
But then she pulled away, breaking the kiss with a dramatic flourish that left him panting and wanting more. She stepped back, her eyes never leaving his, the candlelight casting a seductive glow across her naked body. "Go now," she said, her voice a soft command that sent a shiver down his spine, "otherwise I will force you to stay here."
 
Arun nodded, his eyes never leaving hers as he reached for his clothes. The room was still filled with the scent of coconut oil and sex, a heady mix that made his head spin. He dressed quickly, his movements jerky and awkward as he tried to hide the evidence of his arousal.
 
Nazrin watched him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She knew he was torn, desperate to stay but bound by duty to leave. It was a power play she enjoyed, a silent reminder of the control she had over him. As he pulled on his shirt, she stepped closer, her hand reaching out to adjust the collar, her fingertips brushing against the bare skin of his neck.
 
"Remember," she murmured, her breath a warm whisper that seemed to linger in the air, "our secret stays here." Her hand slipped down to cup his ass, giving it a firm squeeze that made him jump. "And next time," she added with a wink, "I might just let you taste the real thing."
 
Arun nodded, his eyes glazed with desire. He knew he had to leave, but every inch of him screamed to stay. With one last, lingering look, he turned and walked out of the house, his footsteps echoing down the streets.
 
As the door clicked shut behind him, Nazrin felt a strange mix of relief and regret. She had pushed him away, but her body craved more.
 
Her eyes fell to her phone, the screen illuminating the darkness of the room. With trembling fingers, she opened the WhatsApp group, her heart racing at the thought of the students' messages. Muthu had sent a series of texts, his curiosity and eagerness palpable. "Ma'am," they read, "your husband is not with you today. How come you are busy?"
 
Praveen's message was more direct, the words sending a shiver down her spine. "Are you busy fingering?" it read.
 
Nazrin felt a thrill at the explicitness of his question, the way he didn't hold back. She took a deep breath, her hand moving to her own sex almost unconsciously. "Guys," she typed, her thumbs moving with a newfound confidence, "I have my needs."
 
No replies came.
 
Nazrin felt a strange mix of excitement and disappointment as she waited for the students' response. "Guys, are you there?" she typed again, the anticipation building in her chest. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but the thrill of it all was too much to resist.
 
The silence that followed was maddening. Where were they? Why weren't they responding? The glow of the phone screen was like a beacon in the darkness, promising a connection that was both illicit and exhilarating.

[moledcock]

Nice update