He breathed it in. "Hey," a voice called from behind him.He turned around and saw it was the hot Turkish guy named Kerem. The stirring in his crotch a...ea grew stronger and ben grimaced in slight pain as he felt the strain of his hard cock against his jeans. "You gave too much," Kerem said, he handed him the man. "Are you okay? You look like you're in pain." I'm fine," Ben said. Kerem took a step closer and felt something hard press against him. He glanced down and then met his eyes. His. He took my slender arm in his large hand and wrote in blue ink his address. "Tonight, be there at eight," Drake said huskily. With that he was gone leaving me thoroughly confused. I saw Drake once later on that day when I was headed home. He was stood behind the school building with his mates smoking. His dark eyes fixed on me as soon as I rounded the corner and he blew out a casual plume of smoke. "Don't be late," he called out. "Who said I'm coming?" I retorted childishly. Drake just. She tried emphasizing it by grabbing onto the flesh there and bringing herself closer to where I sat. All along I was smiling but not aroused in anyway. And I still assume she was equally not aroused in any way what so ever.However, after she got as close as she could manage, she urged me to feel the flesh. Her skirt was still held to her hip by one hand while the other grabbed the underneath of the thigh in question. We both were still joking and arguing about it at the same time. I still had. My pussy was leaking down into my arse. I felt him grunting and breathing heavily against my neck and his hand under my arse lifted me higher off the floor as he trashed in and out of me while he emptied himself. I held him tight, elated in the knowing that I, my body, my pussy, my cunt, had made this boy empty himself inside me. I felt so good, powerful, passionate, worthy, needed and sexual. It was glorious.I held and kissed him while he regained his breath. I pulled his cock out and rolled.