In the front of the room, the woman put down her blue marker, turned and looked directly at him. ‘Mr. Gonzalez, will you kindly pay attention!’ Di...go hated Mrs. Smith, the harbinger of low grades his entire year. ‘So what,’ he said under his breath, ‘who cares about an obtuse angle, anyway? God, I hate this class.’ ‘All right, turn to page 148 and we’ll go over obtuse angles once again for the benefit of Mr. Gonzalez who seems a little obtuse himself this morning.’ A loud collective groan rose. His cock was the only thing that mattered now. "My god, thank godI have my tongue stud," she thought as she took as much of his rock-hardcock as she could inside her mouth and started to make love to it.Pleasing her master was all that mattered. She drew her mouth back alonghis shaft and then ran her stud along the underside of his helmet,pressing it firmly around the base of his sensitive area beforecompressing the whole of his end between her tongue and the roof of hermouth and the sliding. ..wait.....he's bringing his tongue back up my butt......oh......there he stopped....OH.......he bit me in.....the butt....he.....oh my god.........he's circling my butthole with his tongue.......it feels...........it feels......... His tongue was circling her anus indeed, and as his hands joined his face at her ass, he grabbed a hold of her cheeks softly, spread them, and began licking and tonguing her asshole. “Oh, John......that's.......disgusti.......ohhhhh........what are you do.........oh. “Oh fuck, oh God, oh-“Something nudged my taint.My orgasm rolled over me like an avalanche. My eyes fell shut and my breath barreled out of me on a long, long curse. I groaned like an a****l as my painfully rigid cock sprayed what felt like a whole pint of cum onto the floor, twitching wildly and finding not a single point of friction even though I pumped my hips desperately.Only after my last drop was spilled, someone latched onto my dick and started sucking, causing me to cry out. “No! No,.