Mature Cougar Woman
“I think I love you,” she murmured. Jason felt the cold air rush over his exposed cock, contrasted with her soft, warm hands guiding him towards her, pressing his head against her dripping pussy. XXX She walked up to him, avoiding his eyes, and set it down on his desk. Jason himself had been labeled a Goth kid, even though he didn’t see himself that way. Jesus, maybe Jason had crossed the line by giving her the book…
The next day at school, the minutes ticked by with excruciating indolence. He took her face in his hands, kissed her forehead, then kissed each of her eyelids. He felt his sex pushing against his jeans; it was almost painful, and he was surprised to find himself enjoying watching her in the throes of pleasure too much to be distracted by it. By an event that happened a thousand miles away?
