Description
. . . . . While every other room was filled with your typical everyday school supplies, his was more of a play room than anything else. Like some kind of sex dungeon for those people with sex kinks would have. His hand lightly grasped my neck, as he applied light pressure. I was scared this was our last session, before he was going to drop me like the rest of his woman. I let my fingers trail down his torso, to the hem of boxers, wanting to go further than that. We were so close, I could smell his after aftershave. His jaw line that clinched whenever he was angry, making it much more entertaining in class. I was getting impatient with his slow pace, so I decided to make the first move. As soon as our lips connected, I could feel the guilt. But it was too late, all I could do now was enjoy, while it lasted. . .
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