What she told me during sex did not match up with the essay. For her part, the girl headed to the closet door, just left of my desk. I pulled back, letting my hard manhood slide free of her. Groaning, I held her head in place with one hand while I grasped the shelf with the other, unwilling to trust my weak-kneed legs to hold me up while I exploded into my student’s expert mouth. Her shoulder length hair could be charitably called light brown, or uncharitably labeled as mousy. And even that faded when, with just a hint of a gag, she swallowed my entire length. “What are you doing?”
“Getting you hard again,” she grinned. “Holy fuck,” I said when she finally let my mostly soft penis out of her mouth again. Without warning, the mousy haired girl moved my hands from her breasts to her head. I concentrated on her thickening nipples, rolling both lightly. And he got super pissed and redfaced, he yanked my head back, slapped me so hard my teeth felt like
