"Tina," the teacher asked."Tina," the teacher asked. "Do you want to go to the bathroom?" Tina looked up, and shook her dark hair out of her face. A pained expression came over her face, and she nodded. She stood up uneasily, and walked towards the door. Jim, concerned at first, was once more mesmerized by her tantalizing walk, and couldn't help but keep thinking about burying his face into her. Her step faltered, and she almost fell, but Jim could only think about how her ass moved from side to side, and he imagined caressing it with his hands, pulling her into the reach of his tongue. Tina made it out the door, and across the hall into the bathroom. Jim began imagining that she wasn't sick, but actually overcome with desire for Jim's tongue lashing. He pictured her there in the stall, pulling up her skirt, not even wasting time to remove it, plunging her fingers inside of her to relieve the pressure building there. He imagined her fingers whisking against her thrusting hips, determined to make herself come. |