23-11-2024, 10:44 AM
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The engine of your bike growled low as you weaved through the morning traffic, the rush of wind doing little to cool the heat that pulsed through you. It wasn’t the sun that was making you sweat. No, it was the promise of what lay ahead—the campus teeming with women who seemed to have stepped straight out of a fever dream.
You parked your bike, slinging your bag over your shoulder, and stepped into the world that had quickly become your personal playground. The college was a feast for the eyes, and fuck, were you starving. Girls strolled across the lush green lawns and wide paths like they owned the place, each one a walking advertisement for temptation.
There were the ones in tight jeans that hugged their hips like a second skin, every curve on display with no shame. The ones in sleeveless kurtis, their arms bare, the fabric dipping low enough to tease at their cleavage. And then there were the t-shirts—thin, tight, sometimes sheer in the morning light, their nipples faintly visible beneath the fabric like little whispers daring you to stare.
Your cock stirred in your pants as your gaze wandered. Everywhere you looked, there was something to make your blood rush south. A girl with a messy ponytail leaned over a table to grab her phone, her neckline dipping to reveal the swell of her breasts. Another strutted past you in a short kurti, her waist bare, her hips swaying like she knew you were watching. Fucking minx.
Even the female teachers weren’t safe. There was one you spotted near the canteen, her saree so well-fitted it was practically sculpted to her body. Her blouse was cut low, her cleavage peeking out just enough to make you imagine what lay beneath. Another walked past in a sleeveless salwar suit, her sharp, intellectual air only making her that much hotter.
"You’re in heaven," the voice in your head purred, dark and encouraging. "Everywhere you look, there’s something to make your cock throb. That one with the big tits, leaning against the wall—she’d look so good on her knees, wouldn’t she? And the one in jeans, fuck, imagine peeling them off her hips, finding out just how tight she is."
You adjusted your bag to cover your growing hard-on, biting back a groan as your eyes settled on another girl, her dupatta slipping off her shoulder as she walked. The curve of her waist, the sway of her ass—it was too much. Your mouth went dry, your mind racing with filthy possibilities.
The day hadn’t even started, and you were already imagining what it would be like to have one—or all—of them moaning under you, their perfect bodies yours to explore. College was turning out to be a better deal than you’d ever imagined.
You parked your bike, slinging your bag over your shoulder, and stepped into the world that had quickly become your personal playground. The college was a feast for the eyes, and fuck, were you starving. Girls strolled across the lush green lawns and wide paths like they owned the place, each one a walking advertisement for temptation.
There were the ones in tight jeans that hugged their hips like a second skin, every curve on display with no shame. The ones in sleeveless kurtis, their arms bare, the fabric dipping low enough to tease at their cleavage. And then there were the t-shirts—thin, tight, sometimes sheer in the morning light, their nipples faintly visible beneath the fabric like little whispers daring you to stare.
Your cock stirred in your pants as your gaze wandered. Everywhere you looked, there was something to make your blood rush south. A girl with a messy ponytail leaned over a table to grab her phone, her neckline dipping to reveal the swell of her breasts. Another strutted past you in a short kurti, her waist bare, her hips swaying like she knew you were watching. Fucking minx.
Even the female teachers weren’t safe. There was one you spotted near the canteen, her saree so well-fitted it was practically sculpted to her body. Her blouse was cut low, her cleavage peeking out just enough to make you imagine what lay beneath. Another walked past in a sleeveless salwar suit, her sharp, intellectual air only making her that much hotter.
"You’re in heaven," the voice in your head purred, dark and encouraging. "Everywhere you look, there’s something to make your cock throb. That one with the big tits, leaning against the wall—she’d look so good on her knees, wouldn’t she? And the one in jeans, fuck, imagine peeling them off her hips, finding out just how tight she is."
You adjusted your bag to cover your growing hard-on, biting back a groan as your eyes settled on another girl, her dupatta slipping off her shoulder as she walked. The curve of her waist, the sway of her ass—it was too much. Your mouth went dry, your mind racing with filthy possibilities.
The day hadn’t even started, and you were already imagining what it would be like to have one—or all—of them moaning under you, their perfect bodies yours to explore. College was turning out to be a better deal than you’d ever imagined.
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