CHAPTER 33

Poppy

On the first day of Christmas, Santa gave to me- A c.u.mshot on the asscheeks.

"Oh, you bastard! Suck that c.l.i.t, yes yes YES, stuff your finger in my p.u.s.s.y!"

I choked on my own spit.

Riley had said five minutes. That was twenty minutes ago. She was currently spread across a desk in the classroom with her skirt around her waist, and a freshman named James had his whole face buried between her thighs. The sound of him eating her p.u.s.s.y was so loud I could feel them in my own p.u.s.s.y.

I was supposed to be watching out here in the hallway. This was the...