A short man with a crowing voice immediately ran away, trying to call for the police. He replied to the question with a deadly suggestion. His breathing grew shorter and more intense as his thrusts geared towards the final one. “Oh, no, you don’t!”
Within seconds, a loud CRACK was heard by the scared students and teachers. “Oh, fuck yeah I do!”, the blonde teen said, grinning widely, as his erection made a big tent in the tracksuit pants he wore. “Why…all this?”, Sam asked, and got a quick, unnerving response. Crossing his legs behind the bottom male’s neck, Tanner started fucking his face, his right hand gripping the teen’s lower jaw so he didn’t bite. Panicked by the neck snap, some students move back away from the person they now know is a wanted man. A biology teacher in her 30-s had tried to evacuate by using a route usually used by janitors and ended up witnessing Jake break her best student’s neck with a sleeper hold. As brutal as Tanner’s moves were, at least he gave the men quick deaths. It was strange, how the boy seemed to have a smile of sorts on his face.
