You need to get to class!

As you down the last few bites of toast, you pull out your phone absentmindedly... And then bolt upright when you see the time.

"Woah, shit! Class starts in like fifteen minutes." You glance at Mike, who's trying to shove an entire piece of toast in his mouth... A tight fit, even after all the practice he's gotten lately. "Fuck, we're not gonna make it."

"Language, sweetie," April says, ever the mother even as a dark spot forms on the crotch of her apron. "Don't worry, I'll drive you."

"Oof, shofgun," Mike mumbles, spitting crumbs everywhere.

"Don't be ridiculous," you reply, grabbing his plate from his hands and stacking it in the sink with the others. "We're both riding in the back."

"Uf--" He finally manages to swallow the last of his food. "Uh, dude, class starts in fifteen. Are you really gonna have time to, um..."

"Guess we'll find out," you say, grabbing a handful of his massive bubble butt and pulling him into an embrace. "How fast can you work my cock?"

"Calm down, boys!" April is standing in the door, keys in hand. "I know you have needs, but if you want to make class, you should probably save it for the car ride."

"Fair enough," you chuckle, following her out the door with your hand still planted firmly on Mike's ass. "Mm, damn... How am I gonna make it that far without pinning you to the ground and using this fuckin' body?"

"Jeez, John, that's..." Mike looks embarrassed, but you can see his cock stiffen just a bit.