The fleshlight refused to let up, and before he could stop himself, his hips were trying and failing to match the rhythm of the toy. Did yesterday really happen? He didn’t care. Lynnwell’s heel leave his dick, which sprung to attention fast enough to gather a few mocking giggles from the class. She was right – the more he sipped, the more he wanted. “Take care of her, little boy,” her voice commanded above him, and he obeyed, sticking his tongue further out of his mouth, until he could feel the stretch of it in the bottom of his throat. “Good boy.”
Eli wasn’t sure whether the previous day’s events were a dream or not, but it served as plenty enough to jerk off to the next morning. For a moment, he was terrified. Lynnwell leaned forward, and her lips found Cassie’s neck, teeth dragging gently along the soft, sensitive skin. The room was dark, but he could just barely make out a crowd of faces in front of him, staring.
