Biology

(Thanks to my belovèd for the inspiration.)

He comes to the school for lunch every Wednesday. Lunch, meaning: I lock my office door and we do… whatever he wants. But I do usually end up getting fed, if you catch my drift.

Today he granted me a rare privilege: using my hands. I had my soft brown hair wrapped around his cock, and I was stroking it after a long time of loving him with my mouth.

Everything was fine but… we kind of lost track. And he… came in my hair. That’s ok, I love that because he thinks it’s so sexy, but… it was about three minutes before my next class.

With no time to spare, I grabbed handfuls of tangled, creamy hair and wrapped it into a tight bun on the crown of my head. Hoping like crazy all that cum wouldn’t show. I kissed him, and raced to my lab.

Just try teaching Bio with drizzles of cum oozing out of your sticky hair and trickling down your neck — with hyper-attentive schoolgirls watching everything.

Kristin told me privately after class that I had left some conditioner in my hair and that it had dripped onto my suit collar. A thoughtful girl, trying to be helpful.

Oh, if only they knew.

— Frenulum