Once Kingsley finished rimming Sean, he sat in the latter's chair and told him to kneel between his splayed legs, prompting the classmates to cheer.

"Go, Sean!"

"You can do it!"

"Go, Blondie, show us what your upper core can do!"

Amid the cheers, a bashful Sean made his way to Kingsley and slowly knelt, his palms resting on his knees, which weren't splayed.

"Please me, Sean, if you want a good fuck," Kingsley said, his tone quite deeper than usual.

How could Sean dare to disobey?

Though his hands trembled a bit, they promptly landed on Kingsley's crotch. He could feel the latter's bulge was restless, demanding liberation to...