SIMON
The post-nut clarity that hit Simon was stronger than a tidal wave.
The man had been one to brag about self control. Where was the self control when he was basking in the feeling of Zoey's tight lips wrapped around his c**k. Self control in the bin.
What a shame.
He quickly tucked his p***s into his briefs before zipping his slacks up, and putting his belt through the holes and buckling it. He took a few steps back, staring at his student, his c*m dripping down her face and clinging to her chest.
He was penitent about what he just did, but f**k if seeing her this way didn't do something to him. Unable to stare at her because he would only have more immoral thoughts, Simon looked in the opposite direction, walking to his desk to spray some hand sanitizer.
"Go into the bathroom,
