The way Jerry’s trying to look down the top of that girl’s shirt? Wade hissed, making her jump, but she didn’t let go. As if it had suddenly recalled a duty it knew well, her tongue extended and teased its way between the fleshy lips pressing into her face, stimulating and collecting more nectar. “But why bother? “Oh, wow,” Jeni panted, slowly sitting up and spreading the cum across her body with both hands. “I don’t want to do extra push-ups if we’re late, and you still have to change.” She’d changed before lunch, but Jeni had put off switching out of her suit so she could catch some rays. “Oh no! But you know how they work us out here — I don’t have any energy left for that, and neither does anybody else.” The brunette collapsed back on the bed. The best part was that it didn’t even cost anything, since she was on the swim team. She ran a finger suggestively along the top of her shoulder, where a strap would be if she actually were wearing a suit. The thought of swallowing didn’t seem as repulsive as she’d thought, and besides then he’d… “Wake up, Lemaire!” barked Coach Rod.
