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It’s a weird feeling to sit in an empty classroom, especially a history class. “Abby, what are you doing?”
“I’m… Making a proposal.” I say and sit up straight. He looks up at me and pauses. He starts with his fingers, probing my vagina an inch at a time with one finger, then slowly adding a second as he finger fucks me. My pussy floods with juices on top of his cock, I’m not used to having orgasms just from being fucked, but this guy isn’t an amateur student like I’m used to. I don’t even see his cock before I feel the head of it rubbing up and down against my entrance. I looked around at all the walls, the World War Two propaganda posters that the teacher had tacked up everywhere.
