She needs to cum

"Rod, ask my little pussy what she would like you to do to her ..."

"Please Maddy, no!"

"Did I ask you a question, Suzie?"

The blonde is on the verge of tears.

"No, Maddy, I apologize ..."

"Rod, ask her whatever you want!"

The pimply looks at the pretty blonde.

"Are you okay, Suzanne?"

She grips the hand of the young man.

"Yes I'm okay," she gasps.

She runs her free hand under the table, in her panties, hoping that the gesture will go unnoticed.

"I said put your hands on the table, did you forget?"

"I'm sorry, Maddy"

She puts her hand flat on the table.

"Look at her hand, Rod… it's all wet… ask her why?"

"Suzanne, why is your hand wet?"

"I was touching myself under the table," she whispers.

Maddy refrains from giggling, as the young man opens his eyes wide, not quite believing it yet, but wanting to play the game.

"Why were you touching yourself?"

"Rod, I'm so ... so close ..."

She curls up even more on herself.

"See, Rod, my little dyke likes it best when a man makes her cum, and she would like it to be you, right babydoll?"

The blonde tighten her grip on the man's hand.

"Yes, Rod ..."

"Do you want him to do it here?"

"No, please, Maddy, not here ..."

She is breathing hard, the thought of what might happen almost causing her to tip over.

"So ask Rod ..."

"Rod, please," she says in a faint voice, "can we go to your car?"

The pimply hesitates, wondering where the catch is.

"You're not convincing, honey… you have to offer more, you know that!"

She turns to the man but keeps her gaze on the ground.

"I'll do whatever you want, Rod ..."

"Tell him what you did in another car this morning?"

"I ... I sucked a man ..."

Rod opens his eyes wide.

"My little dyke isn't really good at sucking cocks, but she practices a lot; you're gonna be her third today… and, Suzie, what does Coach Thompson say to do when you're not good?"

"You have to practice again and again .."

"You are so smart," she scoffs, "So Rod, will you please my little dyke?"

"Yes, I want to. Come on, come on, Suzanne."

He gets up without letting go of her hand. The blonde, panting, follows him without a word, gazing down at the ground, smiling stupidly, hoping to be able to finally, soon, obtain an orgasm so awaited.

"Oh, Rod, if I were you I would avoid kissing her, she really does smell like cum!"

"I had noticed !"

The pretty brunette watches them go, just like half of the room, who cannot believe that Suzanne accompanies a loser of this kind.