He moaned. His knees weakened; he fell forward, flinging out his hands to clasp the arms of the chair as he leaned over it, panting mightily. She studied his flushed face. His eyes were closed, his heaving chest gradually evening out. She opened her hand to inspect the sticky sperm that coated it and dripped between her fingers like a sticky spider web.
Then, as he opened his eyes to find her, she met his gaze and let him watch as she extended her tongue to lick the puddle of c*m in the palm of her hand. Then the blonde girl gave him a wicked smile and lapped her hand like big self-satisfied cat.
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Those were what were called “private lessons.” Lessons of a more public nature were prescribed to further humiliate the young man. Those lessons would take the form of bizarre games that h
