Bletch ♥

Alone

After the celebrations, Connor went home sore from twerking too much and let me, let me tell you that boy can twerk. I was alone with Mr. Fletch for a while and it was silent, but a comfortable slant. I like to think about how sexy Mr. Fletch looked with his shirt still off.

I cast side glances at his chest, hoping he wouldn't see me looking. God, he was so sexy. He had a six pack pudding right behind him. Mmmm, I love pudding.

I looked one more time, but he caught me and I turned away quickly. He chuckled.

"So Brynn, we start training tomorrow, ok?" I nodded, not even looking at him. I was still embarrassed from earlier. I heard footsteps approaching me and by the time I looked up Mr. Fletch was already in front of me. Before I could speak his lips were already on mine.

I moaned in delight and responded back quickly. Our tongues were battling for domanice and he won. Once we parted, we were out of breath and my cheeks were flushed.

"Wow.. That was amazing," I said still catching my breathe.

"Yeah, but it gets even better," he pulled me into another kiss and it was not like before. I felt the sparks rushing through my body and through my core. I was turned on and I wasted no more time. I took off my blouse and tossed it to the side.

I gave Mr. Fletch the perfect view of my tatas underneath my bra. He looked stunned. I giggled at his reaction. He slowly began to rub my tatas and I moaned.

We later frick fracked in the lab