It felt nice, but I became a little impatient and guided his wrist up my skirt towards my now-moist crotch. Japanese sex Jem was sitting at the same desk as earlier when I went into the room, and he stood as I entered the room as all students were instructed to do so. I grinned and kissed the tip, tasting his warm, slightly salty pre-cum. “Does that feel good?” I asked him. I felt his hands go down to the back of my head, guiding me, steering me; his slender waist and hips beginning to hump against my face. Slender and athletic, he must’ve worked out and played sport. I was in my late 20’s at the time, and even if I say so myself the opposite sex always found me attractive
