The bookworm

You hope that the studious one in the front might be focused more on the class than on fucking, plus being at the front means you know what is actually happening in the class. You walk up to her, asking “um, can I share with you?”

She looks up from her notes, adjusting her thick glasses as she responds “Ugh... I guess if you must. But if you make a single sound when the teacher is talking you’ll regret it. So, do you want my lap or under the table?”

You gulp, having noticed some of the other desks had students underneath either freely sucking large fire cock, or bound in place so they had little choice. You guess you were glad for the option, but it was still choosing between a rock in your throat or a hard place in your ass, especially when you spot the not so subtle monster hanging semi hard below her skirt.