Reluctantly, you obey Ms. Young, and withdraw your soaked cock from her tightness. You come free with an audible squishing sound, which causes some titters among the shyer girls in the class. Your cock stands out, proud and throbbing slightly. The cool air of the classroom brings you back from the edge, and you wait, your pulse pounding in your cock.
"Now then class," Ms Young, slides off the desk and refastens her skirt. She leaves the panties off, you note. "It's time for the hands on section of the lecture."
Ms. Young scans the faces of the girls sitting in their seats. Her eyes fasten on one girl who wears her skirt extremely high on the knee.
"Sarah!" Ms. Young shouts, addressing the girl. Sarah rolls her eyes, and stands. You admire her slim legs beneath the classic plaid skirt, and think about how much fun it would be to get into that young pussy.
"Please come forward." Sarah responds to the verbal command with a sulk, and walks to the front of the classroom. Ms. Young walks around the girl, observing every centimeter of her body.
"Remove your skirt and panties." Ms Young commands Sarah. Sarah scowls, and crosses her arms in front of herself.
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