Cici struggled not to yawn. It would probably be heard considering how empty this room was.

Aside from a few chairs and the teacher's desk she currently pushed herself against, the room had nothing but a huge whiteboard, a mug (for some reason), and a few pencils lying around here and there. Cici had a feeling those pencils would fuck her better than this guy ever did.

"Boring," she recited in her head. Meanwhile, she faked a moan as her legs "shook in pleasure."

"Oh, my God! Your dick feels so good!"

"Yeah? You like that, slut?"

"I love it...! Yes, YES, YES!" Cici squealed, imagining herself winning an Oscar...