Footsteps Sound Effect Generator

Afika

The bell rings, but I don’t move, leaning back in my chair and watching Grace with a faint smirk tugging at my lips. She’s doing her best to ignore us, to act like we’re not even here, but I can see the tension in her—how her eyes flicker nervously around the room as we make our comments. It’s clear she’s trying not to show it, but we’ve been doing this for a while now. We know how to push her buttons, and she’s never been good at hiding her reactions. I can’t help myself. I watch her scramble to pack her things, practically running out the door when I call after her. “Don’t run too fast out the door, Church girl,” I tease, a grin forming on my lips. “You might trip and fall this time.” She freezes, her back stiffening for a moment. She doesn’t answer, but I see her fists clench, a telltale sign of the frustration she’s trying so hard to keep in check. Without saying a word, she walks out the door, quick but deliberate—avoiding our reactions, not giving us the satisfaction “Damn, she’s so much fun,” Hugo says, his voice dripping with amusement as he leans back in his chair, clearly enjoying the discomfort we’ve caused. I chuckle under my breath, she definitely makes this year more interesting. Watching her squirm, seeing her try so damn hard to hold everything in—But it’s not just about teasing her. No, it’s deeper than that. Something about her pulls me in, whether I want it to or not. We skip the next class and head to the parking lot, lighting up, letting the smoke curl around us. It’s a break from the chaos, a moment of silence before we get dragged back into the madness of the day. By the time we head back inside, we’re not even halfway to our next class when Amy, Ashly, and Brittany stop us in the hallway. We’re getting tired of them—always there, always following, always pushing. They think they can latch on to us, but we don’t do relationships. We fellow them to the ladies room they start rub themselves against us. I can Alex and Hugo aren’t feeling it. There tire of the same shit. “ Get on you knees I tell them, We don’t have all fucking day let’s get this moving.” The girls giggle, they get on their knees in no time. Soon the room his just filled with gagging noses we aren’t gentle about anything they know this. My dick is pierced but I’m not gentle as I shoved my dick farther in Brittany’s mouth The bathroom door opens the three of us turn heads, there stands Grace. We don’t stop, we don’t let up on the girls heads. she just stands their for what feel like forever before she backs away from the door letting it slam shut

female tavern keeper with a history of mercenary work. Dark fantasy setting.