The graduation party had been a complete free-for-all, pure music, laughter and alcohol, all wrapped up in a sense of freedom that only such a night could offer. It wasn't the graduation trip yet, but I already felt the excitement of saying goodbye, knowing that the college era was coming to an end and my life as I knew it was about to change. But on this particular night, the only thing that mattered was living in the moment, letting myself go and enjoying it.
I had had too much to drink when I left the club, the lights were flashing and the cold morning air hit my skin, clearing a bit of the haze the alcohol had left in my head. I felt light, carefree. As we left, amidst laughter and shoving, a group of guys recognized me and one of them approached with a confident smile. It wasn't my boyfriend, nor was it someone I'd ever had anything with before, but that didn't matter. I knew exactly what he wanted, and I had no problem giving it to him.
Without saying much, we started walking towards a darker corner, away from the commotion of people leaving the club. As we got farther away, my adrenaline increased. I loved this feeling, this mix of desire and danger that surrounded the situation. I knew anyone could see us, but that was part of the excitement.
When we reached a more secluded spot, he didn't waste any time. He unzipped his pants and I knelt in front of him, my heart racing, feeling how the cold street air contrasted with the warmth of my body. I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking it slowly at first, enjoying every reaction, every small moan he made. I knew what I was doing, it wasn't my first time. By then, I was well known for being head master, something that didn't bother me in the slightest. On the contrary, it gave me a certain power over them, knowing I could give them as much pleasure as they wanted.
As I continued, my excitement increased and I felt How my body responded. My hands got tangled in my hair, guiding my movements, pushing me towards him. The rhythm became frenzied and before I realized it, his breathing accelerated and with a final moan, he came. The semen shot out, staining my face, neck, even my clothes. He had finished me off from all sides, but far from bothering me, that only intensified my excitement. I felt desired, powerful in that moment, despite being arched on a dark street.
We stayed there for a bit, in silence, recovering our breath, until he finally straightened his clothes and gave me a satisfied smile. We knew it hadn't been more than a moment, something fleeting, but both of us had enjoyed it. I got up, wiping my face a little with the sleeve of my coat, and we parted ways without another word.
That night, while walking back home, I could still feel the heat in my body, adrenaline running through my veins. It was an experience more, one that marked me before the graduates' trip. I knew it wouldn't be the last time I'd live something like this, and somehow, that thought made me smile.
I had had too much to drink when I left the club, the lights were flashing and the cold morning air hit my skin, clearing a bit of the haze the alcohol had left in my head. I felt light, carefree. As we left, amidst laughter and shoving, a group of guys recognized me and one of them approached with a confident smile. It wasn't my boyfriend, nor was it someone I'd ever had anything with before, but that didn't matter. I knew exactly what he wanted, and I had no problem giving it to him.
Without saying much, we started walking towards a darker corner, away from the commotion of people leaving the club. As we got farther away, my adrenaline increased. I loved this feeling, this mix of desire and danger that surrounded the situation. I knew anyone could see us, but that was part of the excitement.
When we reached a more secluded spot, he didn't waste any time. He unzipped his pants and I knelt in front of him, my heart racing, feeling how the cold street air contrasted with the warmth of my body. I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking it slowly at first, enjoying every reaction, every small moan he made. I knew what I was doing, it wasn't my first time. By then, I was well known for being head master, something that didn't bother me in the slightest. On the contrary, it gave me a certain power over them, knowing I could give them as much pleasure as they wanted.
As I continued, my excitement increased and I felt How my body responded. My hands got tangled in my hair, guiding my movements, pushing me towards him. The rhythm became frenzied and before I realized it, his breathing accelerated and with a final moan, he came. The semen shot out, staining my face, neck, even my clothes. He had finished me off from all sides, but far from bothering me, that only intensified my excitement. I felt desired, powerful in that moment, despite being arched on a dark street.
We stayed there for a bit, in silence, recovering our breath, until he finally straightened his clothes and gave me a satisfied smile. We knew it hadn't been more than a moment, something fleeting, but both of us had enjoyed it. I got up, wiping my face a little with the sleeve of my coat, and we parted ways without another word.
That night, while walking back home, I could still feel the heat in my body, adrenaline running through my veins. It was an experience more, one that marked me before the graduates' trip. I knew it wouldn't be the last time I'd live something like this, and somehow, that thought made me smile.
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