I take as much of his thick manhood in my mouth as I can, bobbing my head as I suck. I pull away and check my phone, then grin weakly from my almost fully pleasured fatigue, telling him the time, and that we have to go. Trevor moans and his hands go to the back of my head, guiding my mouth on his member. But not too high to cloud my judgement. I laugh and change the way I’m relaxing, my head on Trevor’s lap, pulling his hand to my chest as I close my eyes, giggling at how high I am. Girl point.of.view.— It’s Finals Week, and everyone is stressed. I moan quietly, kissing him before sliding down and undoing his jeans, then pulling them down with his boxers. I smile at Trevor and his eyes meet mine before wandering down, to where his hand is.
