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He starts to nod, then shook his head vigorously, either to clear the cobwebs, or to tell you that you aren’t getting off that easy. You couldn’t say, so, you slowly start to clean his cock with your tongue, trying to shove him into that post-orgasmic good mood that you’re so familiar with.

It seemed to be working until he commanded you to lose the short-shorts after you’d licked every drop of cum from his cock and could feel it twitching back to life in your mouth. You slowly stood and sensually stripped out of both the tube top and the short-shorts (incidentally, stripping out of a tube top is a fucking accomplishment). His cum warm on your face, streaked by the effort of getting your tube top off, you stood before him, naked except for high heels.

Johnny stripped rather faster than you did, tossing his clothing away and approaching her. He shied away at the sight of his cum staining her face. Her own tube top hit her in the fact. “Clean yourself up. Then we’re going to have some real fun,” he said with a cruel smile.

You dry your face off with your tube top, half grateful to get his seed off your face and half wondering how she was going to make it out of the school with a semen-stained tube top and pussy-juice soaked short-shorts as your only clothing.

Rather quickly a different question occurs, which causes a flood of fear in your head and just a flood in your pussy…