I Am My Highschool Bully's Plaything
He was talking about Mark, about the things he said earlier in the day.
“Mark? Because of what he said?” I managed to say, tapping him to take it easy, and he listened, but he was clearly pissed.
“How are you gonna make up for it?”
“I don't…I can't…” I cried out, my orgasm just about five hits away.
“Better think of something fast.” He increased his pace anyway, and as I finally came on his hands and all over the sheets, I cried out.
“I can cook for you!” I said. My mind was so messed up, nothing else came to mind, nothing else I could really do to make it up to him.