My body felt heavy and sensitive, every nerve ending firing like a live wire.
"Two left," I panted inside my head, my chest rising and falling.
Student 9: Nathan
Nathan was the shyest boy in the class. He walked up with his head down, but his body told a different story. He was thick and heavy, his c**k a dark, pulsing weight. He climbed onto the desk, his hands trembling as he touched my knees.
"I... I've been watching," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I want to do it right."
"Do it, Nathan. You can," I urged, guiding him in.
Nathan didn't just push; he sank into me. He was warm and wide, stretching me in a way that felt like a slow burn. He started a very slow, deep rhythm. He moved like he wanted to feel every single ridge inside me, keeping the pace steady and slow.
"Yess...
