You scent irresistible aroma of fresh cum and know you want more.
Taking off your school blazer you roll up your sleeves before taking hold of the Secretaries cock once more. It is soft yet firm, a reminder of those toys you found under your mother's bed last summer.
But this isn't some battery powered joy stick, this is a throbbing predatory cock that you know could reduce you to a pile of jism if you're not careful. (do you want to be careful?)
You squeeze the cock, running your hands up the shaft until another blob of pre-cup bubbles from the tip. Running your fingers through the gunk you lick you fingers clean.
You 'accidentally' let a drop miss your mouth and enjoy the sensation as it trickles down your neck like an errant Slurpee. You don't pause to wonder whether the cum on your skin will have the same digestive effect it would have if you where curled up in the Secretaries balls. But you do imagine it was some other student tasting your remains in stead of you enjoying theirs.
But a taste is never enough. You need more and even though you know there is something morally dubious about taking pleasure from the cock-voring of a fellow student, you really don't care for the moment.
Having sucked your fingers clean you massage more cum from the eager cock, before running your fingers through the pre-cum gathered in the slit.
The lips of the Secretaries cock grasp at your fingers like a curious goldfish and you enjoy the frisson of excitement. Imagining that you could be sucked in.
You tease the cock like you used to with your father's work mates when they came over for their poker night. But unlike those childish games this cock can suck back.
You let the cock have your hand for a moment, before pulling out once more. Then as you lick the cum off your hand your continue to stroke the Secretaries cock with your other hand.
That was when you must have made a mistake.
You certainly didn't believe that the cock had the intelligence to lure you into letting your hand get caught.
But with your left arm quickly sucked in up to the elbow you stop fantasising about being cock-vored, realising that the Secretary might be making it a reality.
“Help! Please Miss I'm stuck . .” but looking at the grin on the Secretaries face you realise that she is the last person likely to rescue you.
You twist your arm, trying to pull loose and inadvertently create as seal that allows the cock to pull you in further until your shoulder is now wedged against the slobbering cock-mouth. You don't care about the thick cum that is soaking your blouse now because if you don't get free then your going to be reduced to an meaningless stain in a few minutes.
Straining to get loose all you manage to do is turn around to face your doom as the cock snags both your school tie and your pony tail, dragging your head into the hungry cock.
The only thing stopping you being slurped up like a string of spaghetti is your free arm and the negligible resistance that your undeveloped bust would present.
Barely able to breath, let alone think you thrash wildly, kicking out at anything you reach with includes the Secretaries balls that are already drum tight from the girl swallowed previously.
But rather than upset her the feel of your ineffectual kicks just seems to excite her and the predatory cock.
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