7: she swallows, +1 forward.

Gianna admirably takes your whole load in her throat. You sigh and pull your softening member from her mouth. Almost robotically, she raises her finger to her lips to catch a drip of cum she might have missed.

“That good, huh?”

A brief look of confusion crosses her face before she realizes she’s licking her finger clean.

“Oh I–”

“Don’t pretend, Gianna. I saw how hard you came. Not much of the dating type are we?”

“No. My father never really lets my sister or I around boys.”

“Well, I’m sure he’ll be gratified to know you haven’t been let around boys. Now, men on the other hand…” You smile. “You understand the arrangement, yes?”

“Yes Mr. Turner.”

“Good. And I’m sure you understand not to tell anyone?”

“Yes. Mr. Turner.”

“Good. Now, give me your phone and get yourself cleaned up.”

As she does her best to get her uniform straight again and clean up, you enter your phone number in her contacts as Dan T. You explain to her that should you message her, you’ll expect all haste in her response. She nods. You send her on her way with a quick spank and go to open your windows to let some of the smell of cum out. As she reaches the door you turn around to address her.

“Oh Gianna, one more thing,” she looks at you, “don’t cum without my permission. Feel free to text to ask should the need arise.”

“Yes Mr. Turner.”

“Very good, thank you Gianna.”

The door closes behind her as you let the fresh air in. You have just enough time to prepare for your public speaking elective.