[ Dylan ]:
I'm bored
and want someone to sext with
Better question is: why are you texting back?
Oh God.
Whywashe texting back?
Bc U texted me
Lame. So lame. He's gonna see right through that.
[ Dylan ]:
Sure
But I'm stuck at work with nothing better to do
Ashton's eyes didnotjump to his phone's clock, thank you very much. Nor did he calculate what time he could get to the school's computer lab if he were to leave right now.
Because that'd be ridiculous. Why…
Why would I even do that?
The memory of Dylan flashed in his mind, the stretch of his lips as he'd just…gone to town on Ashton's cock.
Ashton shifted judiciously, trying not to be obvious about it. Trying to shove the image in his mind away.
Than think of your massive cock
Fucking.
And how good you tasted
Damn.
And how amazing you'd feel making me take every inch of you
It.
I told you
Stop
[Dylan]:
u really want me to stop?
No.
yes
[ Dylan ]:
Then stop texting back
