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We only have 15 minutes between classes, but he's very persistent.
He pulls me into men's room on the third floor of the physics building.
"This is crazy," I say. "We're gonna get caught!"
"Nobody ever comes up here," he reassures me. "Besides, I know you want it..."
I really do. We've been flirting with each other all morning, giving each other smoldering glances during class. He knows I'm a horny little slut.
We both drop our backpacks. He pins me up against the wall and starts kissing me, using lots of tongue. He knows I like it rough. He knows all the little tricks he can use to drive me crazy.
I can feel the hard line of his cock through his jeans as he grinds against me.
He grabs my butt and my tits, teasing my nipples through my tee shirt.
He takes my hair out of my ponytail and starts kissing my throat. He knows this is a particular weakness of mine, that won't be able to resist him if he does that.
Meanwhile he's unbuckling his belt and taking his cock out.
"Suck it," he growls, pushing me to my knees.
Sucking cock is another weakness of mine. Once I'm got him in my mouth, all thoughts of how insane this is completely fly out of my head.
I bob my head up and down on his thick tool, jerking him with my hand and playing with his balls. Oh my god, the taste of him! The smell of him!
For a moment I wonder if this is all we're going to do. Just a quick blow job, then off to class. But Justin has other ideas. He hauls me too my feet and starts tearing at my clothes.
In the mirror, I watch him strip me naked.
My tee shirt and my bra get tossed in the sink. Then he's got my jeans open and his hand inside my panties.
"You're so fucking wet!" He says.
Uh-huh. I nod. I so fucking am.
He kisses my throat again as he finger-fucks me, strumming my clitty until my brain melts.