You're already hard.

"I thought you might be mad at me..." you admit, holding her waist.

"Why?" she smiles, taking your hand and leading you over to her desk chair. "Because you knocked me up?"

You nod as you take a seat in the chair, and she kneels down in front of you.

"Sure, I'm not ready to have a kid," she says, unbuttoning your pants, "But thinking about how wild and reckless we were... it was kinda hot."

You groan as she sinks her lips onto your cock, feeling the familiar pressure of her tongue slide down the underside of your shaft. You grab the back of her head, her hair tied up in a neat ponytail, and hold her as she begins to slowly deepthroat you up and down the entire length of your cock. You lean your head back and close your eyes, enjoying the sensation as she milks you with her mouth, attentively licking and sucking at your tip every so often. She seems in no rush to make you blow, instead warming you up for better things to come.

Suddenly, you jolt in shock as you hear a loud knock at her bedroom door, gripping the arms of the chair in alarm.