The thick cream soaked the teacher’s forearm fur. Mr. Gay sex Morosini. The ejaculation didn’t shoot as far as the previous two, but the volume was fuller and the texture thicker. “Todd! He could smell the sweat of his teacher. Morosini’s double-grip. “Don’t try to resist, and don’t even think of trying to enjoy this,” he said, undoing his wrist and forearm buttons, rolling up his sleeve past his elbow. Todd’s friend Jake tried to encourage him with smile, Leslie the chess queen licked her lips, and Royal the track captain pumped his fist in the air at the sight of Todd’s boner stretching out his jeans.“Hurry it up, Todd, we’ve already wasted enough class time.” Mr. Morosini’s exposed arm. What sort of porn did he watch? The room, with its opened windows, smelled less of horny young pheromones, and the students were behaving almost normally — excepting Leslie, who was kissing in the back with some girl in a ponytail, making Royal both furious and horny. In frustration, he simply ripped the underwear open. Stop that.
