"Hmm... That she is. And you?" Aiden replied with a smirk, his fingers still mercilessly fingering Thristle and Luna—thrusting deeper into Luna's dripping pussy, curling against her G-spot with expert precision, while scissoring wider in Thristle's tight asshole, stretching her walls with rhythmic insistence.
The voluptuous commoner girl tilted her head back slightly, a playful grin spreading across her full lips.
She leaned in a bit closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper amid the droning lecture from Professor Elowen Voss up front.
"Ohh... Me? I am Liana, Liana Starweaver. Nice to meet you, Aiden Nightshade," Liana said, her tone light and teasing, as if they were old friends sharing a secret.
Aiden's eyebrow arched in surprise, though his fingers never faltered—pumping faster into Luna, her slick walls clenching around him desperately, while he twisted his digits in Thristle's ass, making her hips buck subtly against his hand.
