The Scarlet Bloom Beneath the Clock Tower: Lenalee's Forbidden Awakening

The air in the East Wing of the Black Order was thick with the scent of old parchment and the faint, lingering aroma of Lenalee’s favorite jasmine tea. Rain lashed against the gothic windows, each drop a drumbeat against the oppressive silence that had fallen between her and her… instructor. Instructor. The word felt both profoundly right and scandalously wrong on her tongue. Kanda Yuu. The coldest, most infuriating man she knew, and yet, lately, a presence that made her breath catch in her throat, a simmering heat beneath her skin that had nothing to do with battling Akuma.

Tonight, the usual training session had taken an unexpected turn. It had started with a simple sparring match, a flurry of kicks and parries that always left her breathless, but not in the way she’d grown accustomed to. The way Kanda moved – fluid, precise, a deadly ballet – had always been captivating. But tonight, something in his gaze, a sliver of something she couldn’t quite decipher, had made the familiar clang of Innocence on Innocence feel charged with a new, dangerous energy. His crimson eyes, usually like shards of ice, had held a warmth, a flicker of something predatory that made her pulse race.

They had ended up in the deserted library, the storm outside a perfect cover for the storm brewing within. Lenalee found herself leaning against a towering bookshelf, the rough spines of ancient tomes a grounding sensation against her trembling back. Her uniform, the standard Black Order attire, felt suddenly too constricting. The crisp white shirt, the short, pleated skirt that always seemed to dare the wind, the dark, knee-high socks that hugged her calves – they were her armor, her identity, but tonight, they felt like a flimsy barrier against an encroaching tide of desire.

Kanda stood before her, his usual scowl softened by the dim lamplight. He was unbuttoning his uniform jacket, the slow, deliberate movements making Lenalee’s breath hitch. Each exposed inch of his pale skin was a revelation, a testament to the taut muscles beneath. She could feel the heat radiating from him, a stark contrast to the cool, damp air of the library. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage.

“You’re distracted, Lee,” Kanda’s voice was a low rumble, barely audible over the storm. It sent a shiver down her spine, a delicious, illicit sensation. “Is your mind on the next mission? Or something else?”

Lenalee’s cheeks flushed. She couldn’t meet his gaze directly, her eyes darting around the room, anywhere but at the magnetic pull of his presence. “I… I’m fine, Kanda-san.” The honorific felt inadequate, a flimsy veil over the unspoken current that flowed between them. She shifted her weight, the hem of her skirt swaying, and she could feel his eyes follow the movement. The short length of her skirt, usually a source of minor embarrassment when she tripped or moved too quickly, now felt like an invitation, a dare.

He took a step closer, and the air crackled. “Fine? You tremble like a newborn foal. Your breath is shallow. You’re anything but fine.” His voice was laced with a hint of amusement, a dangerous edge that made her knees weak. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the lace trim of her socks. The touch, feather-light, sent a jolt of electricity through her entire body. Her socks, usually practical, felt suddenly sensual, framing her calves in a way she’d never considered.

“I… I don’t know what’s happening,” Lenalee whispered, her voice barely a breath. The storm outside seemed to mirror the tempest in her soul. She’d always admired Kanda’s strength, his unwavering resolve, but this… this vulnerability, this raw desire she felt blooming within her, was terrifying and exhilarating.

Kanda’s eyes met hers, and for a fleeting moment, she saw the same turmoil reflected there. Then, the predatory glint returned, stronger this time, laced with an undeniable hunger. He gently pushed a strand of her hair away from her face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheekbone. “It’s happening to me too, Lee,” he murmured, his voice rough with a need that echoed her own. He was closer now, so close she could feel the warmth of his breath on her lips. Her skirt rode up slightly as she instinctively leaned away, a small, involuntary movement that Kanda’s sharp eyes didn't miss.

His gaze dropped to her legs, then slowly, deliberately, traveled upwards. He saw the delicate curve of her thighs, the subtle swell of her hips beneath the fabric of her uniform. A low growl rumbled in his chest. “You wear that skirt like a challenge,” he stated, his voice a husky whisper. “And those socks… they promise so much more.”

Lenalee’s heart leaped into her throat. He saw it. He saw the longing, the unspoken desires that had been plaguing her for weeks. The rain outside intensified, a crescendo of sound that seemed to drown out the world, leaving only the two of them in their charged bubble of anticipation. Kanda’s hand moved from her cheek, his fingers finding the hem of her skirt. Slowly, so slowly, he began to lift it. Lenalee’s breath caught. She made no move to stop him, her entire being consumed by a trembling curiosity.

The fabric rose, revealing the smooth, pale skin of her thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened with a primal intensity. He continued to lift, his movements deliberate, savoring each inch of exposed skin. Lenalee felt a wave of heat wash over her, her skin tingling where it was exposed. The skirt continued its ascent, exposing more and more of her leg, until it brushed against the top of her thighs, revealing the full expanse of her panty-clad mounds.

“So soft,” Kanda murmured, his voice thick with desire as he finally let the skirt settle. He looked at her, his crimson eyes blazing. “And those socks… they hold such secrets.” He reached down again, his fingers tracing the seam of her sock, then sliding beneath it, his touch sending tremors through her. He stroked her calf, his thumb brushing against the delicate skin just above the top of her sock. Lenalee shivered, a delicious shiver that started at her toes and coursed through her entire body.

He knelt before her, his gaze never leaving hers. Lenalee’s heart pounded. She knew what was coming, and a thrilling, terrifying anticipation coursed through her veins. Kanda’s hands moved to the hem of her socks, his fingers gently working their way underneath. The rough wool felt surprisingly warm against his cool skin. He tugged them down, slowly, deliberately, each inch revealing more of her leg. Lenalee watched, mesmerized, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The socks slid down her calves, revealing smooth, pale skin, her bare feet peeking out from beneath them. The sensation was both intimate and incredibly erotic. He continued to pull, the fabric gathering around her ankles, until the socks lay in a soft heap on the floor, leaving her legs bare and vulnerable to his gaze.

Kanda’s eyes raked over her legs, a possessive hunger in their depths. He rose, his hand cupping her cheek. “Beautiful,” he whispered. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, a tentative, electrifying touch. Lenalee’s eyes fluttered closed, her body arching into him. The kiss deepened, no longer tentative, but a desperate, consuming exploration. His tongue sought hers, a dance of sweet surrender and fierce possession. Lenalee’s hands found their way to his hair, her fingers tangling in his dark, silken locks, pulling him closer.

His hand slid from her cheek, down her neck, then to the buttons of her uniform. With practiced ease, he unfastened them, his fingers brushing against her skin, setting it aflame. The crisp fabric parted, revealing the lace of her bra, the swell of her breasts. Lenalee gasped, her body thrumming with a pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Kanda’s eyes met hers, a silent question in their depths. Lenalee nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He lowered his head, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck, then trailing lower, to the hollow of her throat, then to the curve of her collarbone. He nuzzled against her, his breath hot against her skin, sending shivers of pleasure through her. His hands moved to her waist, then lower, his fingers brushing against the edge of her panties.

Lenalee whimpered, her legs trembling. Kanda’s lips found her breast, his mouth closing around the nipple, teasing and suckling. Lenalee cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body arching against him. The world outside ceased to exist. There was only the storm, the rain, the scent of jasmine, and the overwhelming, intoxicating presence of Kanda. His hands moved lower, his fingers sliding beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending waves of fire through her. He teased and stroked, his touch igniting a molten heat deep within her. Lenalee arched her back, her fingers clenching, her breath coming in ragged sobs.

“Kanda-san,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. He pulled back, his eyes dark and lustful. He looked at her, truly looked at her, and for the first time, Lenalee saw a vulnerability in him that mirrored her own. He kissed her again, a deeper, more passionate kiss that left her breathless and wanting. His hands moved to the hem of her panties, his fingers finding the elastic band. With a slow, deliberate movement, he began to pull them down. Lenalee watched, her eyes wide, as the delicate lace descended, revealing the soft, moist flesh of her pussy. A gasp escaped her lips as her entire body trembled. Kanda’s gaze lingered, his eyes devouring her. He knelt before her again, his crimson eyes locking with hers. “You’re so beautiful, Lenalee,” he breathed, his voice a low rumble. He reached out, his finger tracing the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shockwaves through her. Lenalee moaned, her hips instinctively arching into his touch.

He lowered his head, his lips parting. Lenalee gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief and a thrill of pure, unadulterated pleasure. His tongue found her clit, teasing and swirling, sending waves of ecstasy through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body arching and quivering. Kanda’s movements were expert, knowing, drawing out each exquisite sensation, pushing her closer and closer to the precipice. The rain outside continued to drum against the windows, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart. Lenalee felt herself unraveling, her mind dissolving into pure sensation. She cried out his name, a raw, guttural sound, as she finally crested, her body writhing in exquisite pleasure.

As the last tremors subsided, Lenalee found herself gasping for breath, her body slick with sweat and a profound sense of release. Kanda’s crimson eyes were still fixed on her, a possessive fire burning within them. He stood, his movements fluid and powerful. He reached for her, pulling her gently into his embrace. Lenalee buried her face in his chest, the scent of him intoxicating. She felt a newfound intimacy, a connection that went beyond words, beyond battles. He kissed her forehead, a tender gesture that sent a warmth spreading through her chest. “Now,” he murmured, his voice rough, “it’s my turn.”

He guided her to a plush, worn armchair, the deep velvet a stark contrast to the rough texture of the library floor. Lenalee sat, her legs trembling, her skirt pooling around her. Kanda stood before her, his gaze intense. He reached out, his hand caressing her thigh, then slowly, deliberately, moved higher. Lenalee’s breath hitched as his fingers brushed against the lace of her panties. He gently eased them down, revealing the soft, untouched skin of her inner thighs. He looked at her, his crimson eyes burning with a fierce possessiveness. He then reached for the hem of her skirt, pulling it up slowly, revealing more of her legs, her hips, her enticing curves.

Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. The skirt rose higher, higher, until it brushed against her waist, exposing her naked core to his hungry gaze. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a primal hunger igniting within them. He knelt before her, his gaze sweeping over her flushed skin, the gentle swell of her breasts, the tantalizing curve of her belly. Lenalee felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and overwhelming arousal. Kanda’s hands moved to her hips, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her vulva. Lenalee gasped, her body arching into his touch.

His gaze met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly. Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion.

“You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against her skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her.

He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion. He moved, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a deep, aching need, a yearning for something more. Kanda’s hands moved to her skirt, and with a slow, deliberate movement, he pushed it further up her thighs. He then reached for her panties, his fingers finding the lace, and with a gentle tug, he pulled them down her legs, revealing her bare pussy to his hungry gaze.

Lenalee gasped, her body arching into his touch. Kanda’s eyes darkened with a primal hunger. He knelt before her, his gaze sweeping over her flushed skin, the delicate swell of her breasts, the tantalizing curve of her belly. Lenalee felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and overwhelming arousal. Kanda’s hands moved to her hips, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her vulva. Lenalee gasped, her body arching into his touch. His gaze met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against her skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee felt a flush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and overwhelming arousal. Kanda’s hand moved to her hips, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her vulva. Lenalee gasped, her body arching into his touch.

His gaze met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly. Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against her skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion. He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze.

Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling.

Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly. Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion.

“You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against her skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion. He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze.

Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling.

Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against her skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion. He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze.

Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against her skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against her skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against her skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against her skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against her skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against her skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion. He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against her skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against her skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a searing heat that consumed her. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a raw, untamed desire. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling lips, her heaving chest. “This is only the beginning, Lenalee,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion.

He then moved with a predatory grace, his hand reaching for the hem of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull it up. Lenalee’s breath hitched as the fabric rose, revealing her bare thighs, the delicate lace of her panties peeking out. Kanda’s eyes darkened, a possessive fire igniting within them. He continued to lift the skirt, his gaze never leaving hers, until it lay pooled around her waist, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Lenalee’s stomach fluttered. Kanda’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties, his touch sending a jolt through her. He gently eased them down her legs, the delicate lace pooling around her ankles. Her pussy was now completely exposed, slick with desire. Kanda’s gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on the inviting wetness between her legs. He reached out, his index finger tracing the sensitive folds, then pushing gently into her entrance. Lenalee gasped, her hips arching off the chair. The initial sting of his touch quickly melted into a wave of exquisite pleasure. Kanda’s finger moved with a deliberate rhythm, stroking her clit, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him. He lowered his head, his lips finding the source of her pleasure, his tongue swirling and tasting, sending her spiraling towards an unbearable climax. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. When the tremors finally subsided, she found herself gasping for breath, her body slick and trembling. Kanda rose, his crimson eyes holding a triumphant glint. He looked at her, a slow smile playing on his lips. “You are magnificent, Lenalee,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He then moved to his own uniform, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, revealing his lean, muscled torso. Lenalee watched, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more beautiful than she’d imagined. He reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet, and guided her towards a more secluded corner of the library, where shadows danced and secrets whispered. He laid her back down on a plush rug, her skirt still pooled around her. He then knelt between her legs, his gaze raking over her exposed pussy, the enticing wetness glistening in the dim light. Lenalee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was coming, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. Kanda’s eyes met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. Lenalee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Kanda’s fingers delved deeper, exploring the depths of her desire. Lenalee moaned, her body trembling with a building ecstasy. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She cried out, her nails digging into his hair, her body writhing against his touch. The storm outside raged, a primal symphony to their forbidden passion. “You’re so tight,” Kanda murmured, his voice a low growl against his skin. He shifted, his body pressing against hers. Lenalee felt a profound sense of surrender, a willing abandonment to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers explored her pussy. She felt herself spiraling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. The pleasure