"Oh, really?" Diana asked, watching him as he unzipped his pants and slid them down his legs. His d**k, still stiff and red from Heather's mouth, twitched in the air. It was a beautiful feeling to stare at this teenager's t**s as she stared at his boner.
"How about you come over here, Diana?" He asked, giving his c**k a slow stroke.
"Um, I guess so," Diana said. She got up and walked reluctantly around the desk, standing over him. "Am I, um, sucking on it again?"
"Actually I've got something else in mind," He said, his mouth watering as he looked at her proud young chest. "Take off your shirt."
"Okay," She said, not surprised. He watched as she undid her buttons and took it off, showing again those wonderfully round breasts in a lacy bra. "Should I take off this too?"
"Yes, please." N
