Of course not

You groan. “No Madison, it feels so good. Please just go on.”

You fixate on the petite teen in front of you, the sides of her light-brown tits showing through the sleeve holes of the regulation white top. Her dark hair is brushed to both sides of her face, drawing attention to featherlike eyebrows and a pair of hazel, wide open eyes that are fixated on your cock. She moves in close enough that you can feel her breath on your dick, and touches your tip, where a little drop of precome has just emerged.

“Taste it,” you say, stroking yourself violently as she brings it to her lips. The sight of the teen just letting you get off to her is incredibly erotic.

“Slightly salty,” she says, making a face. “I don’t really like the taste. But it did make me really wet… you know, down there.”

Her shyness makes you bold. It’s the very opposite of how you’ve felt the whole day in front of Kristine and Mrs Nelson.

“Oh god Madison, just picturing your pussy is getting me so turned on. You want to touch yourself?”