It Will Make Us Both Feel Better

Aubry Babcock was cutting a lecture on theoretical thaumaturgy to drop to her knees in the corridor, mouth already watering at the thought of tasting Celtic Iron's legendary iron cock. She grinned around the thickness, cheeks hollowed tight like she was trying to suck the magic right out of his shaft. His balls slapped her chin every time he thrust, spit running down his length in shiny streams that hung and stretched before breaking. She palmed his heavy sac, rolling it between her fingers, then let two fingers slip behind to press against the clench of his hole just enough to make his hips jerk forward and push deeper down her throat. He grunted something like a curse in the old tongue. She answered by swirling her tongue under his swollen head on every upstroke, spit mixed with his pre-come, neither of them bothering to quiet the wet sounds echoing off the stone. When she felt him swell harder against her palate she eased off, kissed the slick tip, then swallowed him down again like she had all afternoon. Somewhere a bell rang for class, and neither of them moved.