Wet For Teacher V11

“I don’t have much time,” Foster said.

“So hurry then,” I replied. I realized that my reply meant I was effectively sealing my fate, but I’d already sealed it much earlier. I’d sealed it when I’d internally sagged with relief when he’d said his date wasn’t a date. I’d sealed it when I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes off him my entire dinner. I’d sealed it the minute he’d kissed me and I’d realized I needed it more than I needed air.

I said I’d avoided Foster like the plague that week, but maybe I’d already caught him. I was infected.

Foster ripped down my leggings and palmed me between my legs. We groaned at the same time.

“You’re so wet,” Foster groaned. I leaned in to his palm, relishing the feeling of his rough skin against my most sensitive of places.

“Please,” I begged.

Foster grabbed my hair and pulled me back against his chest. “I’m sorry we have to be quick,” Foster whispered against the skin of my neck.

“Just do it!”

I heard the sound of the condom wrapper ripping and then h