Feeling the shaft in your hands you trace the head, fingers running through the cum spreading from the tip. You lick a finger, tasting the cum, and realise this isn't like the salty cum your uncles have you taste. This has hints of sugar and spice.
Sugar and spice is so appropriate considering it had once been one of your classmates. Unable to resist a direct taste you run your tongue over the glans, loving the tingling taste of this fresh cum.
So lost in the sensations you don't notice the drips of cum you don't manage to swallow staining your uniform. Something that would irritate you as you always took pride in your appearance.
The Secretary's balls are now churning again like a kettle on the boil and you are sure she's about to blow. The thought of getting a face full of pressurised cum makes you grin.
You imagine yourself being soaked from head to toe in cum, your clothes being soaked in your classmates remains.
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