Desk blowjob nearly getting caught

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The sensation was overwhelming, and you didn't want it to end. You focused on holding back, not allowing yourself to finish too soon. The pressure built inside you, and the feeling of Alex's mouth expertly moving around you only made it more difficult to maintain control. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the twins exchanging glances, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement.

"Pay attention to the lesson," one of them whispered, smirking as they turned away.

You were doing your best to stay composed, despite the intoxicating pleasure coursing through your body. Your hands clenched into fists, nails digging into your palms as you tried to ground yourself in the reality of the classroom. It was easier said than done, but through the cloudy haze of bliss there suddenly came Johnson's voice cutting through the room, harsh and curdled like sour milk. His hand slammed down on his desk, making you jump in your seat and causing Alex to gag as you inadvertently thrust your entire length down th back of his throat. The tight squeeze of his throat contracting had your eyes rolling, a brief second of a gasp coming out of you before you clamped your lips shut and recentered your attention on Johnson. "Well? Did you hear what I said?!" he bellowed, eyes locked onto yours ...

You swallowed hard, feeling your own throat now tighten as you fought to keep your composure.

The chalk squeaked as Johnson scrawled a question on the white board, the sound grating against your eardrums. You tried to focus on the words, but your mind was foggy with pleasure. "What is the spell for passing through objects?" the board taunted you.

"U-uh," you stuttered, trying to center yourself and recall the answer. Beneath the desk, Alex's eyes met yours, a mischievous glint in them as they took you down to the base. Your breath hitched, and you bit your lip hard enough to taste blood, holding back a desperate moan.

"Times ticking," Johnson barked, his brow furrowing in suspicion. He had to know something was off, right? But there was no time for that now. The answer danced just out of reach in your memory, teasing you like a dangled treat.


"Transiet per mecamo praesidium"

"ibo per hoc solidum"

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