That night was the first night he touched himself to her. On this particular day, Caroline had dressed down, wearing just a yellow cami that barely contained her tits and jeans that barely did the same with her ass. Livshitz as her pussy bounced up and down on his thick cock. It was from Caroline – “Can we talk tomorrow after school.” No subject. Mr. He could feel himself getting closer, and closer, imagining himself lying back on his desk, Caroline riding him as if their lives depended on it. Tonight, he was thinking about the writing assignment they were doing, how she was probably sitting in a document that he was shared on at this very moment, and how he could pop his virtual head into the document and share some naughty words that they could erase in a moment’s notice.
