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Also I can't remember how to edit the look of documents so sorry for the weird view. I swear before you could just add whatever.
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Failing A Test
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The room was a little chilly.
The pulling of fabric taut against protruding peaks assured him of that.
It was a contrast to the heat he felt wrapped up in.
It was dangerous for him to even glance in that direction.
He didn't understand what was happening.
Since the course started, their eyes had met a few times.
Emeralds twinkled behind hooded eyes each time.
Staring at him in a way the made him feel hot under his collar.
He pointedly avoided the intoxicating spell those dark lashes would cast every time they brushed red stained cheeks.
If he was lacking self-control on a particular day his eyes would follow the delectable color down to the slope of her neck.
That's usually where he would regain his common sense.
Looking away seemed like an impossible task now.
His eyes were obligated to caress the dainty skin exposed collar bones.
The flushed skin just underneath sent a ripple of satisfaction through his lower abdomen.
Ink swam over the milky white of two pleasantly perky mounds.
He had to sit down.
When did this start?
The first time he caught her staring perhaps.
For weeks he had been aware of eyes tracing his every movement.
But.
It was the way they worshipped his body from his chest down to his thighs.
He decided to look.
A meetcute between obsidian and emerald.
Time moved a little slower then.
The regal eyebrow that rose questioned him on his stubborn absence from the delightful dance he was currently locked into.
His breath caught in his throat.
Her eyes held him down as if her small hands were gripped around his throat forcing him to submit to her.
This.
Fire had burst from his stomach up into his throat.
Like a dragon he could have breathed fire until all was ashes.
Until her creamy skin was the only visible absence of black.
He wanted to watch anything, and everything burn while he watched her squirm her way closer to him.
Underneath him.
Her pussy swallowing his dick.
This idea is what enthralled him so wholly that he had to leave the room.
Emeralds could see it on his beautiful face.
The look on his face made her hand immediately run over her pussy under the desk.
Today.
Today was different though.
He didn't try to avoid it.
The spell.
He willingly descended into her pools of emerald.
Searching for what exactly he was to govern.
He would grab it by the teeth and force it to swallow him whole.
There was no room for gentleness.
She didn't fear him and that might have been the sweet thing about this.
The way he felt…. He could kill her with the force of his desires.
He almost wanted to watch the life drain out of her eyes just so he could fuck it right back into her.
Suspending her in time and space.
Suspending her on the engorged flesh he ached to use.
Suspending her in a tiny moment of pleasure, endlessly.
His hands trembled to hold her jaw and to force his thumb in-between her lips.
As if she heard his thoughts she open up her mouth and dropped her jaw open.
She took her own hand, running it up her neck and under her jaw before dragging her thumb from her jaw across her lips.
He could feel the weight of his seed expanding his balls.
He could only imagine grabbing the back of her head as she sucked on his tip from underneath his desk. He wanted her to do it in front of everyone else.
The idea of cumming against the roof of her mouth as he held onto both sides of her head, forcing her mouth down over his length and back up for her skull to meet the under part of his desk….
The fabric against the head of his cock became wet.
Spurts were coming quickly now.
Each bubble of slick clear liquid came up forcefully through his shaft.
The strong tug of the muscles in his groin left him no choice but to cup his erection through his black slacks.
His hand making contact with the bulge in his pants felt euphoric.
His cock was just aching to be pet.
He licked his lips as he watched her hand move to the bottom hem of her shirt.
He couldn't breathe.
Each inch of fabric lifted sent his dick jerking.
His eyes fed off every reveal of creamy skin.
He promptly gripped the base of his cock when a pink dusted nipple was exposed to him.
He stroked all the way to the tip, fiercely squeezing once he passed the ridge of his head.
His eyes followed the downwards slope of the underside of her breast.
No.
He ripped his eyes away.
Stop.
He struggled to release the fierce grip he had on the tip of his cock.
His flesh jumping with every slow retreat of contact.
The hardened peaks were branded into his mind.
He felt his blood violently sloshing in his cock.
A curious part of him wondered if she'd enjoy the sensation of his seed firing directly against those nipples.
The weight and impact of his need coating sensitive nubs.
The warmth of the cream.
The stickiness between the slit of his cock and her nipples as he slowly rubbed and pulled away.
Letting the strings of his load break between the two.
He looked back.
He wish he hadn't.
He watched eyes praise him for giving her the attention she deserves before they ushered for him to look down.
He compromised.
His eyes dragged slowly from her lips all the way down to her hips.
First.
The navy pinstriped skirt of the college was recklessly flipped up.
Second.
Her left hand was holding the test paper she had finished writing quite some time ago.
Third.
Her right hand had her pointer and middle finger spreading her lips.
Thump.
Thump.
Her tiny pink hole was wide open for him.
Fourth.
She was now rubbing the front of her test paper into the arousal leaking out of her.
Thump.
A Number.
He held his breath because that was all he could do.
The screech of a chair being pulled reached his ears.
She was neat and tidy, all put together in front of his desk.
Her eyes twinkled again.
He looked down at what she had pressed into the top of his hand.
It was a bit sharp.
Pointy.
A test paper.
With the name Haruno Sakura.
The only difference between her paper and maybe some one else's was the dampness of the pages.
And maybe the hazardous crinkles littered through each of the 4 pages.
His eyes flew up to search for whatever that thing was that he was to govern behind her eyes.
But she was gone.
The sound of the lecture door closing created a minute ago just now reached his ears.
Even though the room was silent.
He could hear the sound from the force of waves smashing against rocks.
The quiet rustle of papers and pencils writing were lost to the deafening thunder.
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