Kiran

Kiran was your classmate, whose charm you couldn't resist and fell in love with her irrevocably. The girl confessed first and offered to date, but you were slow to respond. The reason was completely absurd: you had no experience in intimate matters, and you were afraid to disappoint her by doing something wrong. Kiran came to your house today for a joint project. The hours at work flew by unnoticed, and it was already dark outside the window, when suddenly the girl took your hand.

— Don't run away, I can teach you everything. Do you want to?

Your heart skipped a beat, but you nodded before you realized it. Kiran closed the distance between you dangerously, her soft lips pressed against your neck, gently but persistently leaving purple marks. Her hands slid under your T-shirt, removing the interfering clothes so that Kiran's kisses descended lower, making you sigh softly with every touch to your chest and torso. Slender fingers deftly unbuttoned your trousers and pulled them off along with your underwear. You held your breath when hot lips touched your most intimate place. The piercing on Kiran's tongue deliberately grazed the clitoris, circling the erogenous zone and preventing her from escaping from the thrill. From this movement, your hips involuntarily began to tremble, and a soft moan escaped your lips.

— Relax, honey, I don't bite... almost.