Mouth! Again!

“How about you let my cock go for a second round with that mouth of yours?” you reply, grinning as you look her straight in the eyes.

Becca raises an eyebrow, then lets out a short, amused laugh. A mischievous smirk spreads across her face as she leans back in her chair.

“Greedy, huh?” she says, licking her lips. “Fine. My mouth did miss your dick a little… but only because the dinner was that good.”

She stands up, dumping the rest of her cafeteria food in the trash. You do the same. Without saying much more, she jerks her head toward the door and the two of you slip out of the cafeteria together.

Becca leads you through the quieter hallways until she pushes open the door to an unused classroom on the ground floor. The room is dark, lit only by moonlight coming through the windows. As soon as the door clicks shut, she turns toward you with that signature rebellious smirk.

She doesn’t waste time. Becca drops to her knees right in front of you, yanking your pants down with practiced ease. Your cock springs free, already hard again.

“Look at that… already ready for round two,” she teases, looking up at you with a half-lidded gaze. “Guess my mouth made a good first impression.”

She grabs the base of your cock with one hand and gives the head a slow, teasing lick. Then, without warning, she takes you into her warm, wet mouth. Becca wastes no time going deep, bobbing her head with the same confident, no-nonsense energy she always has. Her tongue swirls around you as she sucks, occasionally pulling back to stroke you while she looks up with that playful, challenging expression.

“Fuck… you really do like my mouth,” she murmurs during one of her brief pauses, her voice husky. She immediately dives back down, taking you even deeper this time, her short blue hair bouncing slightly with the motion.

You groan and put a hand on the back of her head, guiding her rhythm. Becca doesn’t resist, if anything, she seems to enjoy it, humming around your cock and picking up speed. The wet, sloppy sounds of her enthusiastic blowjob fill the quiet classroom.

It doesn’t take long before the pressure becomes too much. You thrust into her mouth a few more times and finally cum hard down her throat. Becca keeps sucking through it, swallowing every drop without complaint. She pulls back slowly, licking her lips clean with a satisfied smirk.

“Not bad, Casanova,” she says, standing up and wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb. “I'd that was a solid repayment.”

You both fix your clothes and head toward the door. Before you leave, you turn to her.

“Thanks for the dinner company… and the everything else,” you say with a smile.

Becca gives you a light punch on the arm, her expression a mix of amusement and mock warning.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t ghost me again, asshole,” she says, pointing a finger at you. “Next time you disappear after using my mouth, I won’t be so nice about it. Got it?”

She flashes you one last smirk before slipping out of the classroom first, leaving you with a clear invitation for round three whenever you want.