Peters, or else I’ll tell on you.”
He hadn’t actually needed that much persuading, obviously, but it thrilled her to be able to excite him like that. He began thrusting in and out of her before she had even finished speaking, moaning softly and looking at her as if in disbelief that she was talking to him that way.
He slid his hand underneath her and began to stroke her between her legs and she was astonished to feel herself beginning to respond. Again.
She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but very soon her moans began to join his in the rhythm of his hand and cock. As the pace began to accelerate, she began to babble: “Oh, Mr. Indianporn The window in the door was covered over from the inside with pink construction paper, on which the words “Yearbook Staff” had been scrawled in black magic marker. Ah. Peter had been on the yearbook staff, and although the yearbook was now complete he would still have a key. After
