An Ever Increasing Edge
Wonderland XXII
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I was having a hard time believing my good fortune, as I made out with the resident tennis star, his hand in the hair of the crook of my neck.
I had art with him, and when I was alone between classes I often found myself rubbing my clit to the idea of his athletic form, which was now naked and bending over me to kiss my chest.
He teased my breasts, but his lips continued further south until his tongue was parting the folds of my pussy, until he was sucking and fingering me with an increasing fervor.
We were supposed to be studying in the library, instead of taking a turn each performing oral on the other.
I kissed the underside of his shaft, then tongued the base of his head while it was in my mouth, being able to stroke him all the while with both hands.
He stood behind me, and I felt his cock press against and into my warmth--hard, intense and unrelenting to the pulse of the all-consuming pleasure that was radiating from between my legs.
