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“Elliot is going to kill you for being late,” she moans as I squeeze her tits through her school shirt.
“Fuck, Eaton. He’d understand if he had access to your pussy.”
I pull my head back in time to see her brow quirk at my words.
“Okay, not your pussy. This is mine, and only mine,” I say circling my hips, making her muscles tighten around me. “Some other girl’s pussy.”
“You really think he’s going to let someone past that cold mask he wears?” she scoffs as her pupils continue to dilate.
“Yeah, I have no doubt someone will wiggle their way in. Now, are you done thinking about one of my best friends while my dick is inside you?”
“Umm…” she teases. “I’m not sure. Maybe you should remind me why I should only be thinking about you.”
“I thought you were worried about me being late.”
“Well, you already are now. What’s a few more minutes?”
“My filthy, filthy girl. You just want to make sure someone catches us fucking in here, don’t you?”
She shakes her head, but her body betrays her as her pussy gushes around me.
I take her chin in my grasp and hold her eyes captive as my hips piston. “You love it, don’t you?”
She nods—well, as much as she’s able to with my tight hold on her face.
“Good. Because I fucking love you.”
“Reese,” she moans as I drop my hands to her arse and drag her lower half from the wall, leaving her at the angle I want. “Oh shit.”
“Fuck, yeah. Look at you taking my cock at school like a good girl.”
She gushes again.
“I want to see you playing with your clit, babe. Then I’m going to fill you so full of my cum that you’ll be walking around feeling me inside you for the rest of the day.”
“Fuck, your mouth.”
“Maybe later, filthy girl.”
* * *
Whoops and hollers go up around the locker room when I eventually stumble my sated arse and spent cock inside.
“What fucking time do you call this, bellend?” Oak calls the second he looks over.
“Sorry, man. You know how it is.” I wink, shamelessly lifting my hand and sucking the two fingers I had inside his sister not so long ago into my mouth.
“You’re a fucking cunt, Whitfield,” he scoffs.
“You’re also fucking late,” Elliot fumes.
“Oh, keep your frilly fucking knickers on, Eaton. I’m here now, aren’t I? And not all of you are ready, so I don’t know why you’re having a bitch fit.”
He rolls his eyes at me but steps aside so that I can make my way to my locker.
Sniggers and excitement bubble up behind me, making my hackles rise, and I soon find out why they’re acting like a group of pre-teens looking at their first pair of tits.
“You motherfuckers,” I grunt the second my locker comes into view.
