“Keep them open,” he says, his voice pulling me from my stupor. “Stick your fingers in your mouth.” Hesitating, I wonder if I heard him right. “Lick them clean.” His growl is a command I can’t refuse. I run my tongue up and down my wet fingers, giving Marius a show. The room is silent, save for the rasp of his heavy panting, and the distant sounds from other students down the hallway. “Tell me how you taste.” “Delicious,” I say, my brain unable to produce a description. He hums his approval, stroking his dick harder, faster, with shorter movements. “If you were here, I would eat that pussy and
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