Vicky Ch 04
Two o’clock… it’s only been an hour since I sucked Jake’s dick. History class has never seemed so dull in all my life. My heart rate is still up and my breaths still shallow. I can’t stop fidgeting, practically squirming at my desk. It’s as though giving head awoke something in me and suddenly my body is more alive, more restless. Dates and names usually sink right in as Mr. Cramson lectures, but today I can hardly keep attention for more than a sentence at a time. My pussy is soaking wet and...