You open your eyes and look around. Ms. Winkle is sitting behind you on the desk, and the rest of the class, themselves mostly half-naked, are standing around you in a large semi-circle looking on. Someone starts clapping slowly… and that slow clap builds in to full round of applause as the other students signal their appreciation and admiration of your impressive blowjob.
Looking back to Francis, you can see that whatever spell had overtaken him, it was gone and he was looking down at you with a mixture of sheepishness and pride.
You looked down at yourself. Glistening with sweat and butter, a pool of cum resting on your beautiful tan-lined breast. You look hotter than anything you’ve ever seen before. You take a finger, wipe off the cum on your breast, and suck it proudly off your finger.
Is this how things are going to be now? This is insane.
The remaining five minutes of class are spent cleaning up. Ms. Winkle collected everyone’s butter and chocolate saturated shirts, and promised to get them laundered. In the meanwhile, she handed out “I baked chocolate chip cookies with Ms. Winkle” T-shirts which everyone wore out. You thanked yourself for having the foresight to set your button down well to the side, and you put it back on.
Time to head to lunch…
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