I look up and see you looking at me. I can feel my knees weaken. A certain wetness making it's way through my lady path. You lick your lips as if you know what's happening. It makes me shift in my chair. I squeeze my knees together as if the pressure would stop the feeling of wetness flowing.

My eyes do not leave yours.

Moments later, my knees spread apart. Each one repelling the other. I have no control. No strength to attempt to force them together. I can feel a flood of wetness leaving my lady tunnel. Oozing out and moistening my panties. My hand moves down slowly as to not alert anyone else in the room. Thankfully they suspect nothing, all enthralled in the documentary pertaining to the current curriculum.

My eyes close. As my fingers brush over my sensitive spot, I bite my lip. I open my eyes. Our eyes lock. A shudder comes over me. I need to get out of here before anyone sees.

As I head for the door, out of the corner of my eye, I see you fidgeting, contemplating something...

As I reach the bathroom, the sound of your eager footsteps resound in my ears.

You enter and see me standing at a basin, trying to gather myself.

As I look up into the mirror, I can see that you are already undoing your belt and zipper, your manhood pushing thru.

I turn around and you grab me by the waist, lifting me onto the basin. My legs open as if they are being forced apart by invisible ropes. As you shift my lingerie aside, your fingers brush against my sweet spot. It's like an electric shock running thru my snatch. I gasp as it happens. You feel how moist I am and have to taste the wetness. As you lower down on your knees, I grab your head and pull you closer to my pussy. It's aching for your tongue to run up and down my slit. At the perfect moment you tongue fuck my hole. My legs widen and you know I'm ready. In an almost impossible manouvre, you're up on your feet, my feet on the floor, bending over the basin. The basin that a few seconds ago was my throne. You force your rock hard cock between my now fat, wet lips, into my eagerly awaiting pussy. As it touches my tunnel, she sucks it in, devouring your ample rod as far as it can go. As you begin to thrust with such vigour I look into the mirror and watch you banging me from behind. It's a stolen moment, no making love, just quick, hard fucking. Your hands guide me in a synchronized dance of pure pleasure.

I reach back and remove your now wet cock and guide it for some taboo penetration. It slips right in. You gasp as the tightness almost strangles you. I bite on my lip and bare down. I begin to back into you at a rhythm that have our moans in sync. It's our best, secretive fuck yet.

As we get closer to climax, I reach behind and grab your now pulsing, full balls and squeeze them both in my hand like dice ready to be thrown in a game of roulette, just before being blown on for luck..

This sends you over the edge.

As you squirt your load into me, I climax. My one hand cupping my mouth to muffle the sound of my euphoria, whilst the other is still cradling your almost empty testes.

I see my heavy panting fogging up the mirror at every breath.

As I gather myself, you kiss my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. I take a deep breath and look up into the mirror catching a glimpse of you walking out the door whilst tucking in your shirt...

As I enter class, you look up at me and wink.

I smile and take a seat. Your man juice slowly oozing out. As I look up, your smile tells me that you know exactly what's happening. Your gift, left as a reminder.

I open my book. " Okay class, please turn to page 8 in your History books..."

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