I sat in his lecture Friday with his dried c*m pulling tight between my thighs and my brother’s flight tracker open under the desk.
Miles landed at 4:12. Julian dismissed class at 4:40. I walked to the English building with nothing under my skirt and my mouth already dry.
Five o’clock. Last door on the left. I didn’t knock.
He locked it behind me, turned the blinds, and pointed at the floor.
“Knees. Hands behind your back. You don’t get the desk until that mouth earns it.”
I dropped. Carpet burned. He freed himself already half hard from watching me in the third row for fifty minutes, and laid his c**k on my tongue.
“Hold it. Drool. Look at me while your brother’s best friend uses your throat.”
I held him. Spit ran off my lip onto my t**s. He thickened and started f*****g my face in
