
One ordinary Thursday, Manya was in the chemistry lab after hours. The door was half-open, and a group of eight boys—some from her batch, some seniors—had her bent over the long lab table. Her skirt was pushed up to her waist, blouse torn open, bra hanging loose. Two boys were fucking her at once: one in her dripping pussy from behind, the other forcing his cock down her throat while others stroked themselves around her, waiting.
“Le randi, lab ki table pe hi chudwa le aaj,” one boy laughed, slapping her ass. (“Take it slut, get fucked right on the lab table today.”)


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