Three-way Encounter

I moaned as I held on for dear life by the desk. “Oh, you’re here.” He didn’t even notice me arriving. Well, not hanging out, hooking up.”
“Hm,” he thought. “What do you mean?”
“You don’t believe that the event with Ken was possible?”
“Well,” I started, “it could be possible but, like, you’re too arrogant to be hanging out with people of my age. It was soft but it hurt. He kept thrusting his dick in and out, sometimes slapping my ass or pulling my head. “About?”
“Ken.”
“Oh, that,” I laughed. “Fuck me,” I pleaded. “9 inches,” he flaunted. While standing in front of me (taking into consideration I’m around 5’10” and he’s taller), he reached and locked the door, and stayed there. Again, without warning, his monster broke into my ass as I pushed back my head. Cam is 28 years old (the new generation of teachers, as we usually say) and is somewhat fit; you could see because of his clothes that he has a wide back