The pleasure rippled through me, making me squirm and moan. “Oh, my god, I want that cock in me!” Tiffany howled in what sounded like orgasmic bliss. “N-nothing, Professor,” I said, wanting to melt into my chair even as my dick ached and throbbed. “Cool,” Chris groaned, his hand beneath his desk. I squeezed them. “Jesus,” Chris groaned. My ovaries grew tighter. What if the girls regretted this? This couldn’t be happening. “Jesus,” Chris groaned. I could her him fapping his dick so hard as Professor Rider straddled me on the desk, breaking our kiss. Albertson’s or Janice’s tits. Before I could stop her, she kissed me hard and pushed me back. I looked like I spent the weekend binging Netflix. I had to baste her pussy with my cum. “Fuck her hard, Professor,” Harry shouted from the back of the classroom. I wasn’t sure which. “Yes!” she moaned. It’s not your outfit.” She grabbed the hem of my sweatshirt, pulling it up. Senior would figure it out. My pleasure peaked and died.
