Marie Dubois stood behind the study carrel, her pile of books wobbling, her eyes flicking between the flushed face of Gezza and the profile of Riley as he turned his back.
Gezza had cummed in time, and the Playbook was scalding in his pack like a smart.
The tongue of Riley flicked back to the edge of her tongue, and she licks a drop of his cum, the wet tongue barely heard, her lips shining.
Gezza groaned, his heart deepening, the chair springing underfoot, the sweat streaming on his forehead.
"Everything okay?"
In a soft, inquiring voice, Marie moved her books rustling Marie asked, her pink jacket skimming over her white vest.
Gezza gave a shaky laugh, but it was almost involuntary and his heart still was racing with pleasure and terror.
"Nothing, just..."
He stood still wiping his brow, the gesture smearing sweat, his jeans being hastily unzipped.
"Don't worry."
Marie lifted her head, and her eyes were somewhat narrow, and a faint smile passed on her lips.
