I have…”
“You have ADHD, I know,” Marisol muttered along with some intelligible curses as she returned to her knees to start the titty wank over from the beginning. The worse part about the whole ordeal was the awkwardness of having to keep her eyes locked into his; the boy wouldn’t cum without embarrassing eye contact. “One blowie, one… “But, no clothes.”
“What?”
“You’re always the one bitching about compromises. Can you just do it for me?”
Buck-naked in her pupil’s bedroom, the moral high ground seemed out of reach at the moment. But having her pink areolas out and about brought a new dimension of embarrassment discomfort. Marisol turned around, clinging to her last shreds of privacy while she could afford them. “We have to cram all weekend for this history exam.”
“Hehe, cram.”
“We’re going to read chapter 4 together. An anal marathon somehow ended up as a compromise between ‘let me fuck you all night’ and ‘that’s never going to happen’. We need to spend all weekend getting you ready. From his smile, she reckoned it was still too much
