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“Diana? Is something wrong? You’ve been squirming in your seat forever,” Akko whispered, her eyes darting around the classroom, watching their professor carefully. They were supposed to be paying attention, but Diana’s restless movements beside her made it impossible.
“It’s nothing, Akko. Just focus on the class. We don’t want to fall behind,” Diana muttered, her voice tense, but her body was betraying her. She shifted again, biting her lip to keep quiet.
Akko frowned. There was no way to ignore it. “Diana, seriously. I can’t concentrate with you wriggling like that. What’s going on?”
Diana lowered her voice to a desperate whisper. “Okay, fine... I really have to pee. Badly.”
“Then go,” Akko shrugged. “You know the professor won’t stop you.”
“I can’t. I don’t want to miss anything important. I can hold it. The class is only forty more minutes. I’ve handled worse.”
Akko’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Or... you don’t have to.”
Diana blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”
Without hesitation, Akko slipped out of her seat and dropped down on her knees beneath Diana’s desk. Her hands slid up Diana’s thighs slowly and deliberately before her fingers found the hem of Diana’s skirt. Akko lifted it, exposing the soft skin beneath.
Akko leaned forward, her lips brushing softly over the fabric of Diana’s panties. She planted a slow, teasing kiss right on the delicate cotton, making Diana shiver. Then, with careful fingers, Akko slid the panties aside, exposing Diana’s slick, glistening pussy.
“Akko, stop! What are you doing? What if someone sees?” Diana hissed, panic and heat flushing her cheeks.
“Relax. No one’s looking down here.” Akko’s lips pressed against Diana’s soaked pussy lips, slow and hungry. “You’re so wet already... I want you to let it all out on me.”
Diana’s breath hitched as Akko’s tongue flicked teasingly over her clit, tracing long, eager strokes from bottom to top. She bit her lip hard, struggling to keep quiet.
The pressure in Diana’s bladder was unbearable, and Akko’s mouth wasn’t helping, warm, wet, and relentless. Still, Diana held on desperately.
Akko pulled back just enough to whisper, “Come on. Let it go. I want to taste you. I want your hot, golden stream all over me.”
Diana shook her head, cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire. “I can’t... I’m not going to pee all over you.”
“But I want you to. Come on, Diana. Soak me with your sweet nectar.” Akko’s tongue was already back, flicking Diana’s clit, while her fingers pressed firmly on Diana’s lower belly.
A sharp gasp escaped Diana as Akko’s touch hit the right spot, her bladder gave in. Warm, sticky liquid spurted out, splashing over Akko’s chin and soaking her school uniform.
Akko moaned softly, the sensation and taste sending shivers up her spine. Her pussy throbbed, already wet from the sheer intensity of it all, and her nipples pressed hard against her shirt, aching. Every gulp, every warm gush across her face, only turned her on more, but she didn’t move to touch herself. Her entire focus was on Diana. On how much relief she was feeling. On the way her body relaxed and trembled with release. Akko drank it down like she needed it, savoring every second, hungry for Diana’s pleasure.
“Fuck, Diana... you taste incredible,” she murmured between licks.
The stream kept flowing, relentless and hot, and Akko kept going, mouth open, tongue working eagerly as her hands roamed Diana’s thighs, coaxing every drop from her. Diana’s body quaked with a messy mix of relief, shame, and lust.
When the flow slowed, Akko pulled back, letting the last spurts run over her face and chest, now drenched in Diana’s warm piss. She smiled, eyes gleaming with wicked pleasure.
“Let me clean you up,” Akko purred, licking Diana’s pussy gently, savoring the salty-sweet taste.
Diana’s breath hitched again as her pussy spasmed hard, shuddering in a fierce orgasm against Akko’s eager tongue. She hadn’t expected to like this so much, this dirty, raw connection.
Akko slid Diana’s panties back into place, pressing a long, slow kiss onto the now-damp fabric. Then she crawled out from under the desk and settled back into her seat, cheeks flushed and her uniform soaked with Diana’s essence.
Diana’s eyes drifted down to Akko’s drenched shirt and gasped softly. “Akko, you should get cleaned up. You’re soaked.”
Akko smirked, hand brushing over the wet fabric. “No way. I love how it feels. This is your scent, your essence. I want to keep it like this, every drop reminds me of you.”
“You’re insane,” Diana whispered, cheeks burning again.
“Maybe. But you liked it.”
Diana gave her a slow, breathless nod. “I loved it. We’re doing this again.”
“Next time,” Akko grinned, licking her lips, “I want to see your face when you let go.”