“I…”
“Mr. XXX They’re not much help,” he says. I don’t have all day.”
I let out a long sigh and crawl up her legs. Her grip loosens up. “Fuck that felt so good,” she gasps, breathing heavily. Now it’s just the two of us. I did want to speak with him. I did want to speak with him. “Yo, Marc. I knew joining the football team would pay off. Is she seriously going to make me tutor him? What do I tell her? Finally, she lets up and allows my head to pop free of her dick. She puts her index finger to her lips, telling me to be quite as she answers it. “What the…”
“Don’t like what you see?” she asks with a look of pure dominance.
