Excited, Martha quickly slips me into her panties. I nuzzle up in the lip of her labia and prepare for a glorious day.
I have trouble paying attention to the lecture, and not because I can't see the teacher. Instead, it's because I keep tossing and turning, which excites Martha and makes her rub her legs together. I'd normally be masturbating right now (you imagine), but the motion of Martha's thighs does that for me. By the time Martha checks in with me in the bathroom during lunch, I'm bone-dry.
“We need to be careful,” suggests Martha. “We probably shouldn't do that too much. You look bruised.”
I hadn't noticed before, but my sides do hurt a lot. The ecstasy had distracted me from the pain. “No biggie,” I say, chuckling.
“So,” says Martha, still sitting in a stall. “What next?”
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