Signaling the waiter, he orders a beer and a shot. “You’re hot!” he exclaims to you as his drinks arrive. “Wanna dance? Wanna fuck? Wanna hav... dinner?” he asks in a rush. “I already have a dinner date,” you reply, his brashness amusing. “As for the other two, I don’t suppose it would hurt to…” “Fuck?” he interrupts. “Dance,” you say firmly. “Well, I’ll settle for that,” he grins. Jumping up, he takes your hand and pulls you to the dance floor. The music is loud and fast and he dances. His cock was throbbing in the boxers he wore, as I pushed his trousers down his thighs. I teased him rubbing my hand over the very noticeable bulge for a couple minutes, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. Then, I pulled at his pants, working them down to the floor. I cupped his balls with one hand and massaged his hard shaft with the other. Then, I couldn’t resist any longer as I opened my mouth and engulfed the head of his cock between my lips. I swirled my tongue up, down and. “And she could suck dick like a pro! We tag-teamed on her ass and had her tapping out like Flair. Woo!" Kareem said. Everybody else in the class looked back.“Mr. Michaels. Mr. Prescott. What is the meaning of that outburst?" The teacher said.“Sorry, sir,” They all said.“But don’t lie, you want the Snapchat bitch, do you? Do you?" Kenyon whispered.The bell rung.“Ok, your homework is to finish your workbook pages. They’re due at the end of this week,” the teacher said while the class filed out.“I. I pushed against the slippery trail and the hair on his belly tickled its head. I was thrashing underneath him."Fuck, you're so... fucking... good," he grunted. "Yeah, let me know how much you love having me inside you!" Oh, fuck, you're going to... make me... come! I'm going to... oh god...Fuck!...Oh yeah…Oh shit…Yes …Grab my nipples and squeeze them hard as hard as you can," I groaned.My back arched off the bed as I grabbed at his hips, my fingers digging into its firm flesh. My body tensed.