He cums on my tits

“M-Mr. Smith~!” My muffled moans grow hoarser and more **** as I feel his thick cock splitting me open with each thrust. He moans gently, catching himself as he does. He tries to hold it in but I hear him grunt in pleasure.

Suddenly he pulls out. He continues to grip my mouth closed, holding me still as he towers over me. I feel his spare hand reach down and rub my clit as something hot and wet covers my bare breasts. “Aah-aaa~” I hear him moan quietly as he shoots his load onto my bare skin. He continues to massage my clit as he cums and I feel a warmth overcoming my own body. I groan and pant into his hand, and I arch my back on his desk. “Y-Yes!!!” I cry as I orgasm. My body shakes and my eyes roll back as I bathe in the feeling. Masturbating never finished like this.

His hand leaves my mouth as I catch my breath, and I hear him quickly pull up his trousers and redo his belt. He opens a draw and pulls out a clean handkerchief which he hands to me, averting his eyes as if he were embarrassed again. “You’ll need to clean up...” He mumbles. I look down at my cum soaked tits and blush, careful to wipe off what I can before I sit up. I manage most of it but I still feel sticky with his cum. I can’t help but feel a little turned on still at the thought.

As I readjust my bra and blouse, Mr. Smith opens the window by his desk and sighs. I can tell he’s rethinking what just happened, so I decide to leave him alone for now. “That was fun, Mr. Smith!” I say happily. I quickly grab my bag and head out the door, ‘forgetting’ the form. I’ll use it to see him again later.

At lunch I catch up to Jess and my other friends...