Gorgeous Daphne Masturbating

He looked at me nonchalantly. Let’s do it after class. I think I could literally feel him pushing my stomach outward. “Cool. I waited until the last drop was milked onto my tongue. Yeah. “Show me what you’ve got.”

I dropped to my knees and wrapped both hands around him, working him with all the skill I’d developed over the past week. “Yeah, he just offered. I pulled my boxers down just enough to free my cock, which was already leaking with precum. He’s always saying he never gets enough action.”

My heart raced. “Go ahead,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. He then turned toward the toilet to piss, without closing either of the bathroom doors.”

This guy is a fucking animal, I thought to myself, wondering what I had gotten myself into. This isn’t happening, I thought, my heart pounding in my chest.