PinkLily69's Playboy - April 2025

Miss April’s First Moan

🔥 “Nngh—why does it feel so right—?”

His hips rolled without thought.

Each breath came hotter, wetter, sinking into skin gone too soft, too open.

The laughter of the hallway faded. The lockers blurred into petals.

A breeze kissed his thighs. Sunlight melted across his chest.

Somewhere, faintly, bells were chiming. Maybe they were always there.

The sticky note curled and vanished, replaced by soft pink threading spelling out the truth across his lower back: Miss April.

He gasped when the first blossoms brushed his ankles. Moaned when the wind kissed under his shirt. Shivered when the unseen hands unbuttoned his fear.

"Please..." he whimpered, voice small and glazed, "please don't stop... it feels so good..."

No teachers. No rules. No uniforms.

Just an endless field of pink, sighing, unfolding, carrying him higher.

The season licked into his veins. The month claimed his name.

He was falling. Or rising.

Or maybe just—

blooming.

A whisper brushed against his ear, warm and smiling:

April never ended.

Then:

The low roar of engines.

His thighs pressed tight around a tray. His lipstick kissed plastic.

The post-it note wavered like a promise behind him, trembling with every step.

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And all he could do was serve.

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