The Rules of Detention - Sex Stories

The Rules of Detention

... in saliva, her face was plastered with leaking cum and her own fluids. She opened her mouth, showing a sea of cum. “Push all that out with your tongue and let it run down your body,” he said. She did as she was told, and tilted her head down. She let the gooey cum flow from her lips and down her neck to cover her tits in cum. Derek smirked and finished up the video on his phone. He put his cock back into his jeans and untied his belt from her arms. He looped his belt around his jeans and went to grab his bag off the empty desk. He glanced back at her, watching her sit in the floor covered in his cum and her saliva. Her hair was wet with it and she was almost drenched in the front. “I'll see you in class tomorrow, Miss Lorraine,” he said, shaking his phone in his hand. “I'll be sure to let my coach know that I'm going to be doing study hall with you after class for the next four weeks,” he said, then walked out the door.