As we were locked in each other’s lips, our breathing became heavier and kisses became deeper. Sullivan grabbed a chair and pulled it up to my desk. I was moments away from cumming when a knock came on the door. I always picked the best days to wear dresses. He began kissing my neck and as he rubbed his fingers in my wetness. “Aubrey, you know my rules about sleeping in class. Please.” I moaned. “You do know why I sent you to detention today, right?”
“Because I fell asleep.” “Right. “You are a bad girl.” He said and shook his head. After a few more minutes of vigorous blowing, I heard Mr. He pressed himself up against me and I could feel just how serious he was. “Just try to get a little more sleep…at home.”
“Yes, sir.” I said timidly, feeling a little more relaxed.
