He was quite cute, and I was god-damn horny. Mature sex I was trying to focus on the nuance in onomatopoeia between hamlet and midsummer nights dream when I felt an itch in my panties. It was on one such day that I first had sex at school. Daplin’s double maths, which is hard enough, ‘cause he’s pretty hot. I continued to moan after he let my nipples go and started to bounce me up and down on his lap, impaling me so deep with every thrust that I felt mini-orgasms emanate from my g-spot every time his head forced it’s way past it deeper into me. I tried to resist the urge to rub my thighs together as I walked out of the room, I managed it just. We rested like that for a moment, but he regained his senses soon after and pulled his still hard cock out of me with a ‘pop’ that released a flow of cum and rushed out of the stall, I heard him muttering
