The faint light of morning began to seep through the curtains, colouring the room in a soft, golden hue.

    "Ahh- Huhh...."

    The morning air was still and quiet, broken only by the sound of shallow breaths and whispers of desire.

    "Ohh my..."@@@@

    Arghhh- baby...."

    Maya''s body was pressed against mine, her warmth and weight grounding me in the moment.

    Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, tickling my chest as her lips traced the curve of my neck. The sex of the early hour made the world outside feel distant—college, responsibilities, all of it forgotten in the haze of our connection as we rush to make love.

    "Ah... yes... harder," she gasped, her voice trembling with urgency.

    Her moans, raw and unrestrained, echoed through the small flat, filling the silence with a rhythm of passion.

    My hands gripped her ass, guiding her movements as we became lost in each other.

    "Fucking yeah baby....arghhh-" I groaned.

    Maya was over me, her body moving rhythmically as she rode my dick under the tangled sheets. The soft rustle of fabric and her breathy moans filled the room, her hands resting on my chest for support.

    I reached up, squeezing both of her balls firmly, feeling her body shudder at my touch.

    "Ahh—" she gasped, her eyes closing as she felt the sensation of getting fucked and boobs being squeezed hard.

    I grabbed her ass, flipping her onto the bed effortlessly, and gripped her butt as I thrust into her.

    "Ehehe Yeahh- ahh...."

    She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down into a deep kiss, her fingers tangling in my hair. Each of my movements made her cry out against my lips, our breaths mingling.

    *Ring* *Ring*

    The sudden sound of her phone ringing interrupted us. She groaned, pulling back. "Hold on," she muttered, crawling to the side of the bed to grab it.

    Still lying on her stomach, she answered with a sweet, casual voice that made me smirk. "Hey! Good Morning babe!"

    Over breakfast, I leaned back in my chair, watching her tie her hair into a neat ponytail. "That was a good time together," I said with a smirk.

    Maya looked up, her expression mischievous. "Truly," she replied, her lips quirking into a sly smile.

    Maya and I left my house together, stepping into the cool morning air. We walked side by side, the silence between us broken occasionally by light conversation.

    Before long, the towering gates of the college came into view. Standing there, waiting for us, were Claire and Zayn. Claire was the first to notice us, her sharp eyes lighting up with curiosity.

    "Good morning!" she called out cheerfully, her grin stretching wide.

    "Morning," we replied in unison, the usual greetings exchanged.

    But Claire, ever the mischief-maker, wasn''t about to let things slide so easily. She tilted her head, her grin turning sly. "Why are you two coming together? Suspicious..."

    Her teasing tone hung in the air, and Maya, true to form, closed her eyes briefly, exhaling as if she couldn''t be bothered.

    "How childish," she said plainly, brushing off Claire''s remark. Without missing a beat, she added, "I''ll be back after talking to my class teacher about something."

    With that, she turned and walked away, her demeanor cool and composed, as if nothing had ever happened.

    Claire rolled her eyes, her hands on her hips. "How boring," she muttered under her breath, watching Maya''s retreating figure.

    I shrugged, playing it casual. "Nah, we just met halfway while coming to college," I said smoothly. The lie came out effortlessly—what else could I say? There was no way I could admit we''d spent the night together fucking.

    Before the conversation could go any further, Natasha appeared, joining our little group with her usual shy smile.

    Soon, we were all together, the energy shifting as we fell into the noise of the festival.

    "Alright, let''s go!" I said, clapping my hands to rally the group. "Day two of the festival. Let''s do it."

    Claire punched the air, her excitement contagious. "Hell yeah! We''re gonna blast them all away!"

    Natasha and Zayn exchanged a glance, their faces heating up as they tried to mimic our enthusiasm. Natasha raised her fist timidly, her cheeks pink, while Zayn followed suit, clearly feeling a bit awkward.

    Even Maya, who had rejoined us by now, raised her fist without a shred of expression, her face as neutral as ever.

    Claire groaned dramatically, throwing her hands up. "Come on, Maya! At least *pretend* to be excited!"

    But Maya, as always, remained unbothered, her quiet presence grounding the group as we headed toward the festival grounds, ready to take on the day.