“Suck!”I open my mouth and you shove your cock in and down my throat. I move my tongue up and down slow, then faster. Increasing the pressure with...my lips as you move in and out of my mouth. You grab my head and grind into my mouth, gagging me each time you ram down my throat. I can feel your cock twitching as you are getting close. Your body stiffens, you thrust and hold my head in place as your cum shoots down my throat.“Good girl.”You move down my body, kissing and biting all the way down to. But when he asked me again I thought that it would be a great experience of drinking with my own teacher. I said okay. After completing that work I went with him in his fortune to his home. It was a huge and luxurious house with two servants who works there and lives somewhere near my home. I entered the house and was busy in watching the antique and the paintings on the walls when strikes with someone. I fall on the ground and a hand rise towards me to help. I can’t believe, like I was. The drive to where she lived would normally take about 45 minutes, so we had a time to share whatever we wanted with a privacy we had rarely found, the books we were currently reading would have been our favorite topic, but somehow only parts of them were discussed; sex became the theme of the ride. About half way to her place I made comment that we had just passed the turn off to where I lived. She asked me about where I lived and I told her just a couple of miles south of the highway if we. She hadn’t worn underwear because it would’ve been visible with her dress but she hadn’t thought to pack an extra pair. She rolled her eyes at her brain fart. Oh well, she thought. It wasn’t like anyone would know. She carefully slid her shorts up under the dress and reached down to grab her shirt. It was a yellow t-shirt that had ‘Taylor Reed’ printed across the chest and #9 on the back. It was her field hockey practice tee from freshman year. Rachel had thought it would be nostalgically.