curbis meets bonor

It was a normal day so far for bonor, as he galloped through the halls, already looking forward to seggsy time with mr matthews first period. he arrived at G3 full of life and bust open the door backwards with his fat arse alone, "uuyrggggg" he whined that felt good. as he entered the room the only thing coming from his wet hungry mouth was the faint words 'anaconda' and 'pussy'. he first caught glance of the classroom and he leaped with delight drawing penises everywhere that it was empty, he could be alone at long last, finally the chance was there: he could ride isaacs chair all morning long .. but suddenly he heard it.. the 20 litre water bottle toppled over to the ground. at this point conor was resting his arse on top of isaacs desk, when what could happen, but only curbis springing up from below, sneakily hiding underneath the desk. he murmured the elements of the periodic table to turn conor on but conor was fierce and moaned "i will not give in to your defined nipples you freakish elf" but curbis jumped on top of conor, flattening him and cutting out his circulation before gently farting in his ear, bonor could feel the wet, warm air and it sparked a tingle down in his pants