JANE’S POV
I felt like a b***h in heat. I should be ashamed, embarrass that I was fingering myself in front of Michael I a public space but I weren’t. I was more turned on now than when I was before. I kept begging for something. Something, whatever it might be but not voicing what I want. I knew what I wanted but I was insecure. What would he thing of me if I voiced that I wanted him to f**k me senseless at school in a bathroom none less.
I got knocked out of my head very fast and decided to just let thing go and see where it ends up at. The way his lips moved with mine was dominating and demanding and that made me hotter, needier and I was moving with him to get the never ending friction on my sensitive area. He was worshipping my breast like a starving man and it was heaven. The way
