We Met In A Library-Ch. 8

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Back in my dorm, I throw my bag onto my chair and flop onto my bed to stare at the ceiling. I replay everything from class in my head a thousand times, analyzing from every angle, but no matter how much I reason or doubt, Tachibana Sensei is interested. . . in me!Of course, thinking about her subtle and not-so-subtle advances keeps my blood pumping between my legs. I have class in twenty minutes, as does Eric, but. . .I check my phone to be sure and take a second to estimate the time it takes to walk to the next building. I got time.Pants and briefs around my ankles, I stretch out on my comforter Çankaya Escort and let my dick decompress. In the cool air, my scrotum tightens and hugs my balls close beneath my stiff member. The last of my cock tissue swells and I have the hardest erection I’ve had in weeks staring at me.I grip it in my hand and feel the warmth radiating off my penis. The bulging veins give under my gentle fist and my sheathe slips over my cock head nicely. I pull my shirt and sweatshirt above my chest and circle my nipples with my middle finger Keçiören Escort and thumb. I shutter under my touch and my legs and ass seize in delight.I’m back in the classroom with Sakura, behind a locked door. She undresses me with her eyes and I find myself butt-naked on display before her. She smiles and strokes her long ponytail over her shoulder, falling between her breasts and wrapping around her hip. Sakura bites her finger seductively and her eyes sparkle as she stares at my erection.“Stroke it for me,” she demands as Etimesgut Escort she spreads her legs wide, exposing her soaking lace thong. I obey and she joins me by rubbing herself through her wet panties. Smiling, I watch as she writhes under her own touch, panting and watching me through half-closed eyes.“And stop.” I do just as she does, letting go in my dorm room. With both hands, she rips open her blouse, popping buttons and revealing her lack of a bra. She grabs a weighty breast and takes her own nipple into her mouth while twisting the other between her thumb and forefinger.“You too.” Her command breaks me out of my trance and I imitate the same gentle touching I’m doing in my room.“Naughty boy.” She gives me a playful frown. “You want to keep stroking it, don’t you?”I move my hand closer expectantly. “Uh, uh.” She smiles and continues to twist her nipples with her hands. “Not until I tell you. Now two hands, mister.”

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