**Disclaimer:**
All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This is a work of pure adult fiction intended for mature readers only.
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Rohit's tongue never left my skin.
He licked my feet with the same desperate devotion as before—slow, wet strokes along the soles, soft sucks on each toe, open-mouthed kisses pressed to the sensitive arches. Every few seconds he would pause just to breathe me in, nose buried against my damp skin, inhaling like a man starved for the scent of me. The soft, wet sounds of his mouth filled the locked classroom.
I let my head fall back against the chair. My eyes drifted shut.
The pleasure was heavier now. Warmer. It had moved past simple relief and settled low in my belly, pulsing in time with every drag of his tongue. Soft, shaky breaths left my lips. When he sealed his mouth around my big toe and sucked hard, a low moan slipped out before I could stop it.
"Mmmhh… aahh…"
My thighs shifted restlessly on the chair. The torn opening in my white leggings and the transparent crotchless thong beneath left me completely exposed to the cool air. I could feel how wet I had become—the thin fabric of the thong already clinging to my folds, slick and shiny.
Rohit noticed.
While my eyes were still closed, lost in the feel of his mouth on my feet, he looked up. His gaze travelled from my toes, along my calves, and stopped between my slightly parted thighs. The small tear I had made in the leggings framed everything. Through the ultra-thin, see-through thong, the soft, glistening lips of my pussy were clearly visible. A thin string of wetness had already soaked through the fabric.
Something dark and hungry flashed across his face.
He didn't ask.
He simply leaned forward, still holding one of my feet, and dragged his tongue in one long, slow stroke directly over the soaked, transparent thong.
My entire body jerked.
"Ahh—!"
My eyes flew open. I looked down just as Rohit pressed his mouth fully against me, tongue flat and greedy, licking upward over the thin, wet fabric. The heat of his mouth sank straight through the thong and onto my bare clit. A broken, high sound tore from my throat.
"Rohit—! W-what are you… aahh…!"
He didn't stop.
He licked again, slower this time, dragging his tongue from the bottom of my entrance all the way up to my clit, pressing hard enough that the thin material moulded to every fold. The wet fabric clung to me, turning almost transparent from my juices and his saliva. He sealed his lips around my clit through the thong and sucked.
"Oohh… fuck… Rohit…!"
My hands flew to the edge of the desk. My hips twitched upward against his mouth without my permission. Soft, needy moans started spilling out of me one after another, impossible to hold back.
Rohit groaned against me, the vibration travelling straight into my core. He licked in long, filthy strokes, then short, focused flicks over my clit, always through the soaked thong. The sound was obscene—wet, sticky, hungry. Every time he sucked, my thighs trembled. Every time he dragged his tongue lower and pressed against my entrance, my breath hitched into a broken whimper.
"Aahh… mmmhh… yesss… just like that… aahh…"
I was no longer trying to stay quiet. My head fell back again. One hand slid into his hair, not pushing him away—holding him there. My chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths. The tiny transparent bra did nothing to hide how hard my nipples had become.
Rohit licked harder.
He pressed his tongue flat and rubbed it up and down over my clit in firm, steady strokes, the thin fabric the only barrier between us. My wetness had completely soaked through now; every lick made soft, filthy squelching sounds. He sucked the thong into his mouth along with my clit, tugging gently, then released it only to lick again with even more hunger.
"Ohhh… Rohit… I'm— aahh… I'm getting close… don't stop… please don't stop…"
My voice had turned high and shaky. My hips rolled against his face in small, desperate movements. The dual sensation of his mouth on my pussy and the cool air on my still-wet feet was too much. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter low in my belly.
Rohit felt me starting to shake. He locked both hands around my thighs, spread me wider, and buried his mouth against the soaked thong, licking and sucking with single-minded focus. His tongue worked my clit in fast, relentless circles through the fabric. The wet sounds grew louder. My moans turned into broken, gasping cries.
"Aahh—! Aahh… Rohit… I'm going to—! Fuck— I'm cumming—!"
My back arched hard off the chair. A sharp, high cry ripped from my throat as the orgasm crashed through me. My thighs clamped around his head. Thick, warm wetness flooded the already soaked thong, seeping through the thin material and onto his tongue. Rohit didn't pull away. He kept his mouth sealed against me, licking and sucking greedily, drinking every drop that soaked through the fabric. Soft, filthy swallowing sounds mixed with my broken moans as he cleaned me through the thong, tongue dragging slowly over my pulsing clit until my body finally stopped shaking.
Only when the last aftershocks faded did he ease back.
My chest heaved. Soft, trembling breaths filled the quiet classroom. My legs remained open, the transparent thong now completely drenched and clinging to my still-sensitive pussy. A thin string of my release connected his bottom lip to the wet fabric for a second before breaking.
Rohit looked up at me, lips shiny, eyes dark with worship and raw hunger. He was breathing hard.
I stared down at him, still dazed, pulse thundering between my legs.
Neither of us spoke for several long seconds.
Then I slowly slid my fingers into his hair again, tilted his face up fully, and whispered in a low, shaky voice that no longer sounded like a teacher's:
"Clean every drop."
Rohit's eyes fluttered almost shut in pure devotion.
He leaned back in and dragged his tongue slowly, thoroughly, over the soaked, transparent thong once more—licking me clean exactly as ordered—while I watched him with half-lidded eyes and tried to remember how to breathe.
Something inside me had permanently shifted.
And I already knew I would not be stopping him next time either.