His cum continued to pulse into Priya’s clenching cunt even as he began to soften, the vibrator still buzzing mercilessly against his oversensitive flesh. He withdrew slowly, watching his thick seed mingle with her arousal and drip down her trembling thighs onto the classroom floor. Her body shuddered violently against the ropes, a series of muffled screams escaping the ball gag as what must have been an overwhelming orgasm ripped through her bound form.

Aditya’s gaze swept across the room, taking in the fifteen pairs of desperate eyes watching his every move. He reached out and ran his fingers along the coarse ropes binding Anjali’s thighs, testing their unforgiving tightness. The fibers had dug so deeply into her pale skin that angry red marks framed her glistening pussy, the vibrator still buzzing violently at her swollen clit. When he pressed his thumb against the rope near her inner thigh, she whimpered around her gag, her hips attempting to buck against the restraints. "They really made sure you couldn't move an inch, didn't they?" he murmured, tracing the intricate knots that held her completely open and vulnerable.

Moving to Meera, he gripped the leather strap of her ball gag, watching drool cascade down her chin and onto her heaving breasts. He tugged slightly, making the rubber ball press deeper into her mouth, and was rewarded with a choked, guttural moan. Her eyes rolled back as the vibrations from the toy buried in her cunt clearly intensified their assault. He could see the precise way the ropes crossed over her chest, pulling her breasts up and together, making her nipples stand out like hardened berries. When he pinched one roughly between his fingers, her entire body convulsed against the bindings, the chair legs scraping against the floor.

He moved down the row, his still-wet cock beginning to stiffen again at the obscene display of complete submission. He paused before Kavya, whose dark eyes held a mixture of fear and intense arousal. Her dark skin glistened with sweat, and the ropes stood out starkly against her flesh. He gripped her bound ankles, spreading her legs even wider despite the restraints, and leaned in to smell her dripping pussy—a musky, sweet scent that made his mouth water. The vibrator buzzed angrily at her entrance, making her inner muscles flutter visibly. He pressed two fingers against her swollen clit, rubbing rough circles as she screamed into her gag, her body straining so hard against the ropes he feared they might actually break.

"Such good girls," he growled, his voice thick with renewed desire. "All trussed up like birthday presents, just waiting for me to unwrap you." He moved behind Sonia, whose head was pulled back by her hair, exposing the vulnerable line of her throat. He leaned down and licked the sweat from her collarbone, then bit gently at the rope marks on her shoulders. Her responding moan was deep and resonant, vibrating through his lips. He could feel the relentless hum of the vibrator through the chair back, a constant reminder of the pleasure-pain they were all enduring for him.

His cock was fully hard again, dripping precum onto the floor as he positioned himself behind her. He guided his length through her soaked folds, the vibrator buzzing against his balls as he thrust deep into her cunt in one brutal motion. The impact shook her entire bound body, the chair legs lifting slightly off the ground with each powerful thrust. He gripped the ropes crossing her shoulders, using them as leverage to pound into her harder, faster, watching her breasts bounce wildly with each impact. Spit flew from her gag with every harsh breath, creating glistening trails across her flushed skin. "You're all just my fucktoys today," he grunted, slamming into her with animalistic intensity. "Nothing but wet, willing holes for my cock."

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