"Who’s next? You. Caleb."
Student 4: Caleb
Caleb was the class clown, but right now, he wasn't laughing. He approached the desk with focus. His c**k was medium length but curved sharply upward, with a thick, heavy head. He didn't wait for a signal. He grabbed my knees, shoved them back toward my chest, and plunged in.
"f**k!!! Ohhh... Caleb!" I shrieked. Because of the curve, ohh f**k the curve!
He was hitting the very top wall of my p***y—the "G-spot"—with every single thrust. It was a targeted, electric sensation. I bit my knuckle to keep from screaming too loud, my eyes narrowing until they were just slits.
"Mmm-hmmm... yesss... right there! Don't move... just... ahhh!"
Caleb began to grind. He didn't pull out far; he kept the head of his c**k locked against that sensitive spot an
