Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse

Chapter 67: After-school Consultation II (R-18)

Caius smiled and placed his arm around her, pulling her to him for a warm embrace.

He closed his eyes, resting his chin on her head.

"You’re here..." He said, very happy.

He had been wondering how to tell her about his birthday…

"Hmm," she mumbled, but her hold suddenly faltered remembering where they were.

She looked around and saw there was no one there, but there were cameras. She gestured to let go of the man, but he tightened his hold.

She looked at him in puzzlement and he let out a low laugh, the vibration of his chuckle reaching her skin.

"Don’t worry about those, since professor Janette came in, the cameras mysteriously break." He told her, knowing her morbid interest in gossip, "I think she’s had a few trysts here with other professors."

She looked at him deeply. "Just others? Not you?"

This seemed to alert him of the seriousness of whatever his answer was and he looked at her with all seriousness. "Never."

"Really?"

"I’ll be upset if you keep questioning me."

She smiled and gave him a peck, but before he could deepen the kiss, she gently pushed him away.

"Then doesn’t that mean others can be here?"

She asks worriedly, but he knew her worries were all for his own good. He grinned, rubbing her soft waist in reassurance.

"I told them I’ll be fixing the cameras tonight." He whispered in her ears, nibbling, "They should not want to risk it."

She raised her beautiful eyebrows. "You know I’m coming?"

He shook his head and took out his phone from his pocket. "I was planning on begging you to come."

Khalifa’s eyebrows rose and she took the phone, taking a peek at its content.

She read the draft message and almost laughed.

[I miss you. I miss you so much my meat rod is hurting. I asked and apparently it wants to do you on my desk right now. Can you come and save your professor from certain death?]

Adorable.

She looked up at the professor who has been watching her laugh all this time.

She took off her braids, hair flowing beautifully, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, fascinating the professor with a smile.

"Your hero is here." She told him, rubbing her breasts against his solid chest. "How do you plan to do her?"

***

Inside the large lounge, illuminated only by the moon, the silhouette of two interconnected figures could be seen.

The softer figure was leaning forward against a certain professor’s school desk.

The woman was supporting her weight with her elbows, panting and moaning, dripping dense sweat on the laminate surface of the table.

At this time, her polo shirt half-unbuttoned and had already fallen off her shoulders, falling lower and lower as her body bounced.

Her knee-length skirt was now raised high, as if they weren’t there at all.

slap, slap, slap

Her covered breasts bounced wildly to the movements. They shook like pudding and with his sudden increase in strength, he sometimes hit her hard enough that she missed up his table even more.

Her breast hit the edge of the table due to the force, breaking Cauis’ heart and he quickly covered them with his hand.

His hand began undoing her shirt completely, and unclasped her bra so her upper body was completely naked.

He grabbed both plump mounds and all these were done without a pause in his pumping.

slap, slap, slap

"Ahhh, Professor! oh, so good!" She yelled at him pantingly. Her upper body was pushed further to the table and her face buried in her arms on the table.

Her melodious voice encouraged him to piston harder. His hand now had to support his weight on the table, and her breast was squished by her body against its surface.

Clap, clap, clap

"Uhn, uhnn, uhn–" he groaned as he thrusted, the squelching sound of their juices, the friction of their bumping skin, and thumping of their bodies against the table echoed in the large lounge.

Khalifa moaned in pleasure, exhilarated by the feeling of being squished between the cold surface of the table and the hot body behind her.

She soon began to feel her climax approaching and her walls tightened around his shaft, the suction bringing him to heaven.

slap, slap, slap

squelch!

"Khalifa!" He yelled while Khalifa moaned at the feeling of being filled up.

However, before she even had the chance to breathe, he turned her over so she carried her to sit on the surface.

The love fluids that flowed out of their connection drenched the area. She saw some papers have gotten soaked with their love juices.

She looked down between her legs, pretty eyebrows furrowed in worry.. "Is this alright?"

Caius relished in the sight of his half-naked woman looking at their intersection with concentration.

He slipped out and in again, making her squeak, finding balance on his shoulder.

He chuckled and leaned forward, licking her ears and neck.

Her meat grappled on his length tighter in response and he had to pause with a gasp.

But despite the challenge, he continued with his ministrations, making sure she was enjoying every second of it.

"Hnnngggg," she moaned, tightening her arms around him, her nails digging the back of his clothes skin. "Ah... more professor, p-please."

Her chime-like voice was like a signal for him and he restarted his wild pumping, slipping in and out, in and out, in and out.

Their movements turned wilder and all his items had been pushed away by their movements, most of which dropping on the ground.

Clack!

But they were high in adrenaline and dopamine and could only continue with their movements.

"Ah, ah, ahh—yes! Ahh, Professor ~"

"Khalifa, Khalifa, Khalifa!"

"Ha…ah!! P-Please professor, deeper, ah ah ah~!" Her request made him push her back and she ended up lying on his desk, accidentally pushing away more of his items, letting them fall on the ground.

But it so happened that the professor hit her favorite spot and their scalp—and brains, apparently—numbed in the high.

"Hmmm, there! Oh, so good, professor, hnngggg!

"Ah, ah, ah~~

"You’re so deep in me, hng~"

They were willingly drowning in the heavenly sensations and each other’s warmth, and were absolutely not prepared when a new sound entered their ears.

Their passion was destined to be halted when they saw the distant light of the flashlight seeping through.