Gasping moaning trying to lay still as you flip the pages on my chest. I wrap my legs tightly around his hips pulling him squeezing him. Moaning feeling the pen marking the paper digging into my breasts. Biting the form in my teeth trying not to get spit all over them. My face burning realizing I have just become a desk with a fuck hole and that is all I am. Blushing as he flips the pages covering my face. Hearing Johnny say that should be better you don’t have to look at her.
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