There was no urge to cram her full of his spurting prick. He couldn’t, even if he wanted to. He felt like his cock wouldn’t get hard again for wee...s.He also wanted to return the favor. He wanted her to feel as good as she’d made him feel.As good as she looked, he told her to remove the hose and belt, which he knew would obstruct his hand as it slid over her skin. Then he arranged himself on the bed beside her and commenced to rock her world.Cindy already knew that boys her age lusted after her.. He was fading too fast to care. He couldn’t remember when it felt so good to have an unattended hard on. He wanted the almond girl to feel it grinding against her body while he tasted her lips and held her breasts in his hands. It only seemed right they should share the release at the end of a shared escape. The crash brought a comfortable darkness over him. The young woman’s hand slipped inside his while the old woman’s voice started to sound like echoes coming through fog. And then he. See, if you were concussed, that would make Professor Coleman’s class less interesting. The ratio of pompous morons to people who are actually creative in that class is dangerously low, and I fear if it got any lower, I would take an icepick to my skull.”“Oh! I thought I recognized you. Mark, right?”“Yup, though if you feel like providing me with some sort of reward for my generous humanitarian work of saving you from the terrifying man-bun douche, I’ll settle for coffee. By that I mean, buy me. . For the first time in eight centuries, she considered surrendering to her fate, rather than fighting the winds pushing against her. Closing her eyes, she fell to her knees in the sand, dropping the bubble and turning her face up to the rain.She sensed the light through her eyelids before she actually saw it, and felt warmth on her skin as the rain came to an abrupt stop and the wind died. She opened her eyes to see a man standing before her, tall and dark and handsome. The clouds above him.