Adventures in squirt-land - part 2.

Miss Teacher pulled her skirt down and told me my paper was late. I kept my eyes low, waiting for the lecture. Instead she bent me across her desk and told me we would study maps today—my body as the continent. Her fingers traced every river until I ran wet between her knuckles. She tasted it, laughed, and told me geography was about flow. The blonde student at the next desk watched with heavy tits pressed against her textbook. When Miss gave the nod, the girl climbed up, spread her thighs, and joined the lesson. Two tongues, two soaked pussies, one desk turning into Squirtland. I begged to keep studying until every inch of wood was slick.