Aurora knew her game. She worked him with her lips, tongue dancing over Anirudh's monster length, her slick little hand pumping the base like a pro. That dazed, flirty look, her jaw-dropping chest, and the high of sneaking around in the john—it all hit Anirudh like a freight train. A few minutes in, he was in bliss city.
He grabbed her head, pinning it down hard, body quaking as he unleashed a hot white stream straight into her mouth.
Aurora's face twisted fast. This punk didn't even give her a heads-up—did he think she chugged this stuff daily? She wanted to spit, but that beast of his plugged her mouth, and with him clamping her head, it was halfway down her throat. She was damn near suffocating…
Anirudh twitched a few more times before easing up, finally letting her go.
"Cough, cough, cough…" Aurora pulled back, hacking like crazy till she could breathe again. Her cheeks blazed red, and she'd downed the whole load!
"You little shit, trying to kill me?" She shot him a sassy glare, voice dripping with bite.
"No class at all—no warning? You know that crap's nasty, right?" She hauled herself up.
"Heard it's a beauty hack. Tastes bad or what?" Anirudh blinked, playing dumb.
"Bad, my ass…" Aurora rolled her eyes hard, though—real talk—past the salty kick, it wasn't that gross, was it?
Right then, footsteps tapped faintly outside. They both froze. Anirudh shoved his junk back in his pants, lightning-fast, while Aurora smoothed her gown in a flash.
"Baby, you're signing up tomorrow. After, swing by my place with Amy—I'll spoil you rotten…" She yanked him in, planting a quick peck on his cheek, then sashayed out, hips swaying, slamming the door shut behind her.
Anirudh stood there, gears turning. With Amy? Was she hinting…
A dirty smirk curled his lips. This chick was a straight-up siren.
He swung the bathroom door open, and there was Rosalind, strutting up in a killer purple miniskirt…
"Longest piss break ever," she teased, clocking his rosy glow with a smirk.
"Yeah, uh, got halfway when Aurora dragged me out. You hitting the john, Rosalind?" Anirudh fired back quickly, spinning a smooth lie. He'd been in there forever, no denying that.
"You little punk, what, you think I'm here to pee or to babysit your bathroom break?" Rosalind teased, tossing him a flirty side-eye as her soft, creamy finger flicked his forehead.
"Heh, what if you're secretly here to check me out, Rosalind?" Anirudh flashed a sheepish grin.
"You little shit, so naughty…" Rosalind rolled her eyes, a giggle slipping out.
"Hey, I've been an angel—don't I get a treat, Rosalind?" Anirudh played coy, batting his lashes.
"Oh, my precious little goody-two-shoes, what's your prize gonna be?" Rosalind's smirk turned wicked.
"Gotta be a kiss, right?" Anirudh's grin went full bashful, hands twirling into a dainty little show, all mock-shy.
"You little sneak…" Rosalind shot him a mock glare, but leaned in anyway, dropping a quick peck on his cheek before pulling back. She'd been sipping wine, and a faint, boozy breeze hit Anirudh's nose, her plush lips leaving a soft echo on his skin…