Mikaila inhaled deeply and closed her eyes for a brief second, enjoying the warm sun on her face. Spring had finally arrived and with it the last weeks before the Spring holidays drew closer. She already dreamt about travelling during that time, visiting new places, and exploring other cultures.

But her daydreaming came to an abrupt halt when she felt a firm obstacle at her ankle that made her trip. She fell forwards, trying to catch herself but failed, and a sharp pain shot through her hands and knees when she landed on the hard stone floor.

Her eyes flew open as laughter erupted around her, and she met the amused gaze of Austin. Of course it was him. Again. Being the captain of the basketball team, he was as arrogant as he was tall, just like the rest of his cronies. And next to playing basketball, annoying and teasing everyone who was smaller than them was their favorite hobby.

"How's the temperature down there?" One of his mates chuckled as she gathered the things that had fallen out of her bag, but she ignored him. Trying to get her attention in another way, Austin picked up her journal. It wasn't the sentimental kind where you write about your crush, but she still didn't need any of them to read it.

"Give me back my book," she said, stretching out her hand impatiently, but -- of course -- being the bully he was, he held it high above her head, where she couldn't reach it. But this time, he had picked the wrong day and the wrong girl. Mikaila was not having it.

In a swift motion that took him by surprise, she stepped in closer and pulled up her knee, landing it right between his legs. With a pained yelp, he tumbled forwards, his body folding in the middle and his hands coming down to cover his hurting crotch.

The second the journal was on her level, Mikaila snatched it out of his hands, and without a second glance, she turned around and left Austin behind, surrounded by his dumbstruck cronies.

"Fuck that bitch," she could still hear Austin bit out as her dark hair rounded the corner and disappeared out of sight.

She returned to her locker to get her things for the next class, when one of her close friends suddenly appeared next to her. "What did I just hear?" She immediately asked.

"And hello to you too," Mikaila replied, blinking her eyes at her friend in a 'Didn't-you-forget-something gesture. But apparently it went unnoticed.

"I heard the pained screams of a certain basketball player all the way up to the chemistry lab," Megan began.

"No, you didn't," Mikaila interrupted her, but Megan continued unfazed.

"Rumor has it you kneeled Austin Fraser right in his --"

"And what lovely rumors those are," Mikaila tried once again to cut off her friend, but she hadn't been fast enough.

"Very interesting rumors indeed," a deep female voice next to them said and they both turned. Ms. Hudson, the art teacher, had stuck her head out of her classroom precisely at that moment and was now casually leaning in the doorway.

"I sure hope it's nothing more than that. Rumors." She continued, and her full red lips distorted into a disapproving lip curl.

"Just rumors," Mikaila quickly responded, before Megan could say anything stupid. But thankfully her friend caught up quickly.

"Nothing but rumors, Ms. Hudson. Just some fooling around," she supported Mikaila's answer, and Ms. Hudson nodded slowly after giving them both an intense glare.

"Less fooling around and more getting to class then," she said, before turning back around and closing the door behind her.

Mikaila shot her friend a mean glare as they continued down the hall.

"Sorry," Megan shrugged apologetically. "Who knew she would show up out of thin air. But anyway, what are you going to do about Austin?"

"Nothing?" Mikaila asked with irritation in her voice. "Why should I do anything?"

"Well, he'll most certainly want to get back at you for that one," Megan pointed out. "Might as well be prepared," she said and stopped to face Mikaila.

Mikaila's first reaction was to roll her eyes, but then her gaze caught on something behind Megan's shoulder on the black board. She tilted her head in thought. The timing was just perfect.

"You know what," she began. "You might be right. Let's be prepared," she said and stepped past Megan to point to the poster that had caught her eye. Ms. Hudson had posted that she was looking for volunteers for her personal art project on no other day than the first of April.

"Nude photography?" Megan asked and her eyebrows shot up. "You want to get Austin to sign up for that?"

"Not just him." Mikaila smirked. "Let's get the whole basketball team to sign up."

Megan's eyes began to sparkle as she understood where Mikaila was heading. "Say no more. I know just what we need."

With Megan's graphics skills, they drew up a convincing poster of a local basketball tournament that was supposed to take place on the last day before the holidays and even promised some prize money for the winning team. The official sign up for teams would then lead them to Ms. Hudson nude photography session.

They posted their fake poster on the blackboard next to the gym to make sure, the basketball team wouldn't miss it. And just to be sure no one else signed up for the photo shoot, they also produced an exact copy of Ms. Hudson poster, but changed the date, hoping that Ms. Hudson wouldn't take a closer at her own poster.

With their plan in action, now all they had to do was wait. And waiting was the most difficult part for Mikaila. She was anxious whether Ms. Hudson would notice they changed her poster or whether one of the team members would be clever enough to search the internet for the fake tournament they had come up with.

On the last day of March, they removed the basketball poster, and Megan carefully copied their signed names to Ms. Hudson original one. Not even Mikalia could tell that it was copied just by looking at it.

"You're insanely good at this," she said, truly impressed by her friend's skill.

"Thank you," Megan grinned proudly and took the poster back from Mikaila. "Let's get this onto the blackboard, before Ms. Hudson collects it."

The next day Mikaila could hardly sit still during class. She was too excited and nervous to see whether her and Megan's plan would work out. But she had to reign in her nerves, since the time for the photo shooting and therefore the time for their fake meetup was still three hours away.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even hear Austin and his team approaching. But a hard shove as they ran past her in the corridor had her attention snap back to reality.

"Hey!" She shouted after them, but they were already rounding the corner, laughing and joking with one another, not giving her a second glance.

"Someone sure is in a cheery mood," Megan whispered sheepishly as she appeared at Mikaila's side.

"Sure, seems so," she grumbled as she massaged her sore shoulder. "But we'll see who has the last laugh."

After lunch, they headed over to the art gallery to scout out the place for a good hiding spot. They still had about an hour left, before the others would arrive, but they wanted to make sure they didn't accidentally run in Ms. Hudson while snooping around.

To their relief, no one was there when they entered the gallery. Long curtains hung next to ceiling high windows and in one corner large boxes were stacked on top of each other, giving them the perfect hiding spot. And in case something went south, the door to their escape was right behind them.

"Perfect," Mikaila said as she crouched down behind the boxes. Megan followed her and made sure to still have a good viewpoint whilst staying hidden herself.

It didn't take long before Ms. Hudson arrived and prepared for her photo shoot. She was whistling while rearranging the furniture and fluffing up some pillows. She also seemed to be in a very cheerful mood.

Time passed painfully slowly until they finally heard several pairs of footsteps drawing closer. It was the basketball team, without a doubt. Loud and obnoxious as always, they burst into the gallery and were just as surprised to see Ms. Hudson as she was to see them.

"I admit, I was wondering if you'd even show up or if you wanted to get in an April Fool's prank," Ms. Hudson began. Megan and Mikaila exchanged a quiet smirk at that.

"What are you talking about?" Austin asked, confused.

"Are you organizing the basketball tournament?" One of his not so bright teammates blurted out and earned a swift hit on the head from another one.

"Of course she's not. She's got nothing to do with sports, ain't that right, Ms. Hudson?"

"You are absolutely right, Mr. Berry," she said in her calm and controlled voice as she locked eyes with the one who had spoken. "I am here because I was looking for volunteers," she began explaining and unfolded the poster in front of the group.

"Believe me when I say I was astounded that the entire basketball team had willingly signed up for my naked photography project."

"Naked photography?" Austin blanched. "We didn't sign up for that."

"We're here because of the local basketball tournament."

"And the prize money," another one added.

Ms. Hudson raised an eyebrow at that. "Well, I am sorry to inform you that apparently you fell for an April Fool's prank yourself. I know nothing about a tournament. I do, however, have a list with your signed names on it, stating that you volunteer."

She stepped a little closer to the group. "Now, lucky for you I actually only need one male participant. So, if you can decide who of you will step up, the rest can go. Otherwise, I will have to grade this as a no-show and since most of you are already almost failing in my class, this would certainly put the nail in the coffin. It's up to you."

There was a moment of silence, and some nervous glances were exchanged before Berry clapped Austin on the shoulder. "Well, thanks captain for taking this one," he yelled, before dashing out of the room.

Before Austin could fully comprehend what was happening, his entire team had clapped him on the back and made a sprint for the door. He shouted at them to come back, but none of them did.

"Wow, quite the team you have there, Mr. Pearce," Ms. Hudson said with one eyebrow raised.

"I know," he grumbled in defeat, before he tried a different tactic. "Listen, Ms. Hudson, I would really love to help you out on this one. But I really can't today. See, I --"

"Now, I'm gonna stop you right there, Mr. Pearce," she interrupted him with a new strictness in her voice. "Whatever excuse you were about to come up with, it won't hold. Because I know that you would 100% have found the time to join some meetup for your made-up tournament. So, you will find time for this as well."

She grabbed a black bathrobe from the chair next to her and tossed it towards him. "There's a changing room behind you. Get undressed."

Megan almost couldn't suppress a giggle as she saw the defeated look on Austin's face, and Mikaila had to kick her with her elbow to quiet her down. But again, she hadn't been fast enough.

Ms. Hudson suddenly appeared next to the boxes and glared down at them with an unforgiving and disappointed look on her face. "I guess that answers who the culprits are. Stand up."

Both girls slowly got to their feet as they exchanged a nervous glance. Ms. Hudson looked first at Megan then at Mikaila. "I happen to need a female counterpart for this project. Who of you two will volunteer? Or shall we rather discuss this little prank in the principal's office?"

"No," Mikaila answered after a few seconds of silence. Megan had helped her with the prank, but it was her idea to begin with. "I volunteer."

"Wonderful. There's a second black robe on the chair. Get changed. And you," she looked at Megan. "You can leave."

Megan didn't have to be told twice. She instantly turned around and left the gallery as fast as she could.

Well, thank you for your support, Mikaila thought bitterly as she followed Ms. Hudson and picked up the robe from the chair. She turned the corner to the changing room, but just when she was about to enter, the door opened and Austin stepped out.

"You? What are you doing here?" He asked shocked to see her, but before Mikaila could answer, Ms. Hudson voice cut in from around the corner.

"We found your prankster, Mr. Pearce. I thought you would find some justice in knowing that she pranked herself as well."

Austin's face grew dark. "You made up the tournament to fool us into coming here?" His deep voice was low, sounding almost threatening, and Mikaila's first instinct was to take a step back. But she didn't want to show him that he intimidated her. So instead, she stepped towards him.

"I did," she said, lifting her chin in defiance. "And you and your whole team fell for it."

He pushed her against the wall, and she gasped in surprise.

"You will pay for this," he muttered and she pushed hard against his chest, causing him to step back a bit.

"Make me," she hissed.

She didn't know why she felt so brave right now. Especially considering that she had to step out there butt naked in a second. Maybe it was the success of having pranked the entire team of his arrogant, narcistic cronies. Even though it admittedly had backfired just a little bit.

"Please hurry up, I don't have all day," Ms. Hudson called and Mikaila slipped past Austin and into the changing room.

When she returned a few minutes later, dressed in nothing but a thin, silky black robe, she didn't feel bold in the slightest. It was as if she had left her bravery behind with her clothes in the changing room.

"Ah, Ms. Dawson, we were just waiting for you. I just explained the first pose to Mr. Pearce. I know, this being your first time doing this, you will feel uncomfortable. But there is no need to be. Your faces won't be shown in the final images, so no one will know who the models were."

That was good to hear, but it didn't do a lot in calming her down.

"Now, for the first pose, I want both of you to just stand back-to-back. It fits perfectly that you are so tall, Mr. Pearce. Now you can both lose the robes."

Mikaila turned around first to not see Austin when he took off his. She heard him do the same and once they were back-to-back, she heard the rustle of fabric as it slipped from his shoulders.

"Great, a little closer together," Ms. Hudson told them, and Mikaila hesitatingly took a step back. She could almost feel the heat radiating from his skin, and the hair in her neck stood on edge.

The camera clicked a few times and after looking closely at the little display of her camera, Ms. Hudson nodded in approval.

"Very good, now one where you face each other."

What? Mikaila's mind shrieked, but she already heard the slow footsteps as Austin turned around. After one more calming breath, she did the same. And his view almost knocked the breath right out of her again.

She knew that he was fit. Obviously, he was, being the captain of the basketball team and all. But Mikaila had still drastically underestimated just how fit he was. Smooth skin stretched over a tight stomach with clearly visible abs. The veins on his underarms stood out strongly, and she slowly followed his muscled arms up with her gaze.

His strong chest was proof of how much time he must have been spending at the gym and even though she wasn't unfit herself, next to him she felt like a sack of potatoes. His body was gorgeous. If only his character were too.

When she finally looked up and into his face, she saw him smirk down at her. She almost couldn't help a flush spreading across her cheeks.

"Like what you see?" He whispered quietly and quirked an eyebrow. But instead of responding, she hefted her gaze onto the floor. A mistake, as she learned very quickly.

His manliness was on full display as well and when her head snapped back up, she flushed even more deeply.

"I have to say, you're not half bad yourself, Mikaila," he murmured, as he let his eyes drift down her neck, over her collarbone and down to her full and round breasts.

"Enough with the flirting, Mr. Pearce. I know this is a very unusual setting but let's not forget that this is supposed to be a professional photo-shoot," Ms. Hudson interrupted him harshly.

"Next, I want you, Ms. Dawson, to lie down here and Mr. Pearce, you hover over her, and your bodies should be relatively close together."

Nervously, Mikaila laid down on the chaise-lounge as instructed. Once she was in the right position, Austin stepped closer. He let his gaze purposely drift over her exposed form, and she could have bet she saw something light up in his eyes. Was it excitement?

She couldn't help her own heart accelerating when she looked up at him from her perspective. His strong form standing in front of her, his thick length on full display. She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like, to have him inside her.

He leaned down to get into position and Mikaila almost lost her mind, when the soft scent of his perfume hit her. She could smell Sandalwood, but also something else. It smelled smoky and almost dangerous.

She shook her head trying to clear it and focus on the here and now. But that wasn't any better. Austin was hovering so close above her she could feel the heat from his body and his soft breath ghosting over her skin.

The camera clicked again, but he didn't move away from her until Ms. Hudson told him to. Even as he stood upright again, his gaze was still fixating on her. Mikaila didn't know if she should feel uncomfortable or flattered.

"Great," Ms. Hudson nodded as she skipped through the images in her camera. "Now, stand here, both of you. And Mr. Pearce, you stand right behind Ms. Dawson and cup her breasts with your hands."

My what with his what now? Mikaila's mind was screaming. But the line between nervousness and excitement became thinner. Soon, she wouldn't be able to tell if she liked or disliked her situation.

She felt him step in behind her, his warm body almost touching hers. Then he reached up his hands and with surprising tenderness, he cupped both her breasts in his hands. Mikaila couldn't suppress a sharp inhale at the sensation of his warm fingers closing around her soft breasts.

The camera clicked a few times, and Mikaila tried to steady her breathing. Again, Austin didn't leave the position, even after Ms. Hudson had lowered the camera.

She nodded and without looking up from the camera, she began instructing the next pose. "Now, Ms. Dawson, can you please sit on top of the backrest of the chaise-lounge? And Mr. Pearce I need you to kneel on the couch, so that your upper body is between her legs."

With weak knees, Mikaila stepped onto the piece of furniture and positioned herself on top of the backrest as instructed. Ms. Hudson changed the position of her legs on the pillow, telling her to go onto her tip toes as it would make for a nicer image.

Once she was satisfied with Mikaila's position, she continued instructing Austin on where to kneel and how low to bend his upper body. Mikaila's heart was beating so loudly she was sure he would be able to hear it if he came any closer.

She couldn't take her eyes off him. He was kneeling in front of her. Austin Pearce, captain of the basketball team and fit-as-fuck was kneeling in front of her! Truth be told, she had to concentrate on not biting her lips. He looked so incredibly hot in this submissive pose, and it made her feel like a queen. Like his queen.

For a brief moment, she wondered what it would be like to actually be his... his girlfriend? Her thoughts drifted and she forgot her intention of not biting her lips. A small movement but from the smirk he gave her, he didn't miss it. And neither did Ms. Hudson apparently.

"Yes, that's great. That is the moment of pure pleasure, caught on camera. Fantastic, Ms. Dawson. Who knew you had it in you to be an actress?"

An actress? Who was she kidding? Mikaila knew she had already given herself away. She knew it, Austin knew it, and she was sure, even Ms. Hudson knew it. But she forced herself not to dwell on it. She just hoped this photo-shoot would be over soon.

"Can you get a bit lower, Mr. Pearce? Then I can capture you mouth between her legs as well."

Without breaking eye contact, Austin lowered his face even further, and arousal sparked in Mikaila as she saw his hungry eyes still glancing up at her. Fuck, she thought as she felt how she was getting wet. Would he be able to smell the saltiness of her arousal?

If the darkening of his eyes was anything to go by, the answer to that question was probably yes.

The clicking of the camera snapped both of them out of their haze, and this time, Austin did leave the position the moment Ms. Hudson lowered the camera. And Mikaila quickly spotted the reason why. She definitely wasn't the only one aroused by these poses.

"Don't worry too much about it, Mr. Pearce. I don't think any man would make it through a session like this without a boner," Ms. Hudson cool voice cut the tension between them. "Now, we only have a couple of poses left. So, let's move on."

She ushered them over to the table and Mikaila's stomach already turned into a knot before she heard Ms. Hudson words.

"Ms. Dawson, please bend over the table and Mr. Pearce you stand right behind her. Now, Ms. Dawson, you need to lift your upper body from the table, but only a little bit. And Mr. Pearce, please grab her hair as if you were pulling her head towards you."

The cool wood sent a small shiver down her spine, as Mikaila leaned onto the table, waiting for Austin to step in behind her. He carefully threaded his fingers into her dark hair and when he had a good grip, he slowly pulled her head back.

She almost groaned at the sensation, but she caught herself in time. This was NOT the moment to groan. Not in front of Austin, and absolutely not in front of Ms. Hudson. The camera clicked again in rapid succession. Ms. Hudson stood right in front of them. Mikaila's breasts and Austin's upper body were on full display.

"Amazing," Ms. Hudson murmured approvingly as she flipped through the images again. "These look absolutely fantastic. Now, Ms. Dawson, I need you to step in behind Mr. Pearce, one hand resting on his stomach and the other one on his chest.

Her heart had picked up speed again, and slightly shaking Mikaila stepped behind Austin. She reached around but she was timid to touch him. He noticed her hesitation and grabbed her wrist, pulling her flush onto him and pushing her hands down on his body.

Now their bodies were tightly pressed together, and she was absolutely sure that he could feel her heart beating against his chest. The camera clicked again and with the first step that Ms. Hudson took, Mikaila took one step away from Austin. She desperately needed the distance.

"Great, now one last one. I need you to sit down next to each other and lean in close, as if you were about to kiss, but not quite yet."

Could this get any worse? Mikaila cursed inwardly, but she followed Austin to the cushion again. She sat down next to him, turning to face him. He leaned in and she mirrored his movement.

His lips were so close to hers. She could smell the faint scent of something sweet and fruity on his breath. Strawberry? Or was it peach?

Their lips were almost touching. The camera clicked again, but Mikaila hardly noticed it. Would he be a good kisser? Would he use his tongue? Would he taste as good as he smelled?

"Oh gosh, damn it," Ms. Hudson suddenly exclaimed and jumped up, causing Austin and Mikaila to jump apart in surprise. "I completely forgot the time. Shit, shit, shit," Ms. Hudson grabbed her bag and stuffed the camera inside, still cursing.

"Thank you so much, the two of you. Those photos are going to be amazing. I have to run. Can you please just close the door behind you, after you changed?" By the time she finished and yelled a quick thank you, she was already halfway out the door.

The sound of the lock snapping shut again, finally tore them from their trance. They were still sitting relatively close to each other on the couch. Both their breaths a little faster than normal, be it because of Ms. Hudson's sudden escape or the tension between them.

Seconds ticked by, but neither of them dared to disturb the silence. After what felt like a very long minute, Mikaila finally found her voice. "Shall we get dressed?"

"Sure," Austin rasped, his voice sounding uncharacteristically rough.

Mikaila slowly got up, praying that she wouldn't leave a wet stain on the cushion and went ahead to the dressing room. Seconds passed before she heard Austin get up as well.

When he entered the changing room behind her, he didn't move towards his own stack of clothes. Instead, he went over to hear side.

"What are you do--?" Mikaila wanted to ask, but he interrupted her by pressing her against the wall. His nose only millimeters from her. Mikaila held her breath, not knowing what to expect next. And then his lips were suddenly on hers.

With almost crushing force, he pressed their mouths together and pulled her away from the wall and closer into him. With his hands he held both sides of her face, and she grabbed his strong sides, digging her nails into his flesh. He deepened the kiss, and his tongue swirled around her lips, slowly enticing them to open and allow him entry.

He tasted as fruity as he smelled, Mikaila decided as she returned the kiss just as vigorously. One of his hands moved to her neck while the other inched down lower, over her full breasts on further down between her legs.

He didn't give her time to react before he slipped his fingers between her legs, and found her center soaked. Austian moaned at the realization, his own cock almost painfully hard now.

"I want to fuck you so bad," he admitted between kisses.

"Then do it," she replied, pausing between every word to kiss him again.

In a swift motion, he picked her up and carried her back to the chaise-lounge. "Let's add some more wet stains, shall we?" He teased her, as he threw her down onto the cushion.

To her surprise, he didn't immediately line up his cock with her center, instead he kneeled down just as he had before, but this time his face went all the way up between her legs. She couldn't hold in a moan when his soft and curious tongue licked over her sensitive center and hit just the right spot.

He plunged in deeper, licking up her arousal as if he never tasted anything as delicious in his entire life, and he almost made her come right then and there. She moaned and thrashed under his teasing licks and when his hands snaked up her stomach to squeeze and pinch her nipples, she lost it for the first time.

Her screams of orgasm echoed in the gallery, and she could just hope that most of the other students had left the campus by now or were far away in their dorms.

"Fuck, you sound hot when you come," Austin breathed and kissed a trail up her belly until their lips met again. She returned his kisses until she almost couldn't breathe anymore. Then she softly pushed him away and almost laughed at his confused, almost hurt looking face.

But when she pushed him down on the cushions and hovered over him, he quickly understood. She copied his moves from before and started trailing kisses down his pecs and along his abs. She couldn't believe she was doing this! And the thought that she, an absolute nobody at this campus, was the one kissing Austin Pearce's abs.

She inched down further, and his massive erection jumped slightly as she neared it. With her bravery returned, she grabbed his cock in her hands and slowly began stroking him.

He groaned in satisfaction when she started pumping him slowly, and his groans became even louder, when she lowered her mouth and let her tongue swirl around his most sensitive spot.

"Fuck, yes," he breathed and his abs tensed, when she took him into her warm and wet mouth. Slowly moving her head up and down, she spread her saliva all over his shaft, distributing it even further with her hand. She released his erection with a soft popping sound, and he moaned again.

With her other hand, she cupped his balls, carefully massaging them while she continued to pump him. "Ahhh," he moaned. "That feels so good."

He leaned back, closing his eyes, and Mikaila took his moans as her guide. When his moans got louder and faster, she also increased her speed and the pressure of her grip. Austin arched his back when she hit a particularly good spot, and his eyes flew open.

"If you continue like this, you will make me come," he breathed. "And I really, really want to fuck you."

Fuck me? Oh yes, that sounded good. That sounded fucking amazing, Mikaila decided. But before she could even shift to get up, he had already wrapped his arms around her, and flipped them, so that he was on top.

He lined his cock up with her soaked center and slowly pushed against her slit, moving his erection up and down to distribute the moisture some more, even though it wasn't necessary.

She was absolutely soaked and his dick was still covered in her saliva. Mikaila inhaled deeply when she felt him still at her entrance and then, without any further hesitation, he pushed into her.

Mikaila moaned when his hard cock stretched her soft cunt in the most delicious way and he let out a groan of pure lust, when her walls clenched down around his member. He slowly pulled out only to push back in with just as much strength as before. It felt absolutely amazing.

He began to slowly fuck her like this. Teasingly pulling back, having her inner walls trying to hold onto him, only for him to push back in, widening her again in the process. He moaned every time her vagina tightened around his cock, trying to hold onto him when he slipped out of her. They reverberated deep through her own body, sending waves of arousal and pleasure through her system.

She couldn't say how long he fucked her like this, her mind cleared and she lost all sense of time. The only thing still existing in her thoughts was his erection pushing in and out of her at a steady pace. Mikaila grabbed his shoulders and her nails dug slightly into his flesh. Not enough to be truly painful, but enough to give the right indication.

He hissed at the sensation, and his eyes fluttered close for a second, before he looked down at her again. "Fuck," he panted. "I never knew how gorgeous you were." She smiled and yet another blush crept up her neck.

"You're not half bad either," she teased him with his words from before. As a small retaliation, he pushed into her with a little more force, and she gasped, tensing at the intrusion and making him moan in turn as she clamped down around him.

"Fuck, you feel too good," he groaned between breaths. "Can we go faster?" He looked down at her, waiting for her approval and when she nodded, he went for it.

And pick up the speed he did. His thrusts became not only faster but also deeper. Pushing into her and reaching spots, she hadn't even known were there. Her breathing became quicker and she found herself reaching for his hips and his ass, his fucking marvelous, muscular ass, and pull him even deeper on every thrust until he truly filled her to the brim.

His large erection deep inside her made her feel indescribable. Yes, their height difference was considerable, but she still was able to fully take him in. "Ah, yes," she moaned when he hit just the right spot and she saw stars for a second.

Her moaning obviously turned him on, and his breathing fastened. He was close, she could tell. She let her hand glide through his hair and fisted the back of his head, where his hair was slightly longer.

"Come for me," she then whispered, and that was apparently all it took. He groaned, and his face distorted into a beautiful display of arousal chasing its relief. The sight of him was enough to push her over the edge too and when she felt him twitch inside her, she came as well.

She let out a long, relieved moan as a sheer endless wave of orgasm washed over her, flooding her senses and pushing all thoughts aside. She only saw Austin right in front of her, his expression while coming, his mouth still hanging open, and his eyes closed. He pushed in deep one last time and spilled his hot semen deep into her soaked center.

He stayed in that position for a few seconds, before a wide smile split his face and he looked down at her. Lowering himself down onto his elbows, he brushed his nose softly against hers.

"That was absolutely incredible," he panted.

"It was," she agreed, still equally out of breath.

"If those are the kind of pranks you wanna play on me, be my guest," he chuckled and kissed her deeply. Her heart fluttered when his soft lips touched hers again and her cunt tensed around his still half stiff cock inside her, causing him to moan into her mouth.

"You will be the death of me," he breathed between kisses. "By the way," he pulled back a little, staring down at her. "Didn't you forget something?"

"What?" Her mind was still in a haze, and it took her few seconds to realize what he meant. But when she did, she couldn't help but laugh. "Ah, yes," she said and pulled him in for yet another kiss before she softly whispered, "April fools."