She wanted to be angry at Brian for arriving too late to salvage her situation, but as she watched him attempting to catch his breath after sprinting across the entire school, there just wasn’t any anger for him in her. “Nah, this is my gym shirt,” Brian panted, tugging the plain white tee he now wore. “Couldn’t give you somethin’ all musty and sweaty-smelling. Changed while I ran, already in Brunette trouble blowjob with Mr. Stevens. Gotta run, backpack’s still in the quad. Go change!” She squeezed the garment in her hands. It was still warm. “Emily?” Brian asked, but she refused to look up at him. “…You okay?” Emily didn’t respond. “Emily?” “What? ” “You alright? You’re gonna be late for class,” he teen pointed out. “No, you are, ” Emily retorted, a bit more harshly than she’d intended. “Why’d… why’d you even bother?” “I dunno,” Brian shrugged, misunderstanding her question. “Shouldn’t have stopped you in the first place, really. Selfish of me.” “…Selfish?” “Well—yeah,” Brian Hardcore admitted, ruffling big cocks her hair. “If you get suspended, then I’m stuck in there all alone with those jackasses. Who am I going to talk to, then?” A moment ago, anyone trying to ruffle her hair, or touch her at all, would’ve been viciously slapped. It would’ve broken the frail mask of composure she was affecting and sent her right back into a furious rage. For some reason, right now she just felt… surprised. “You’re such a jerk,” she said, abruptly latching onto him in a fierce hug. I attempted to slide it over the head of my dick. I hated keeping mother teen and the teams big cocks in the dark, I knew that bastard of my father was listening to every word that was broadcast. It was no contest, she would get wetter than any girl blowjob I have been with. “I came hard for the last time during that set as I stared perversely at my father. Then at home I would wear just my panties and a tank top, I had no need for a bra then. He grabbed her arm, and literally dragged her to the bedroom, throwing her face down onto the bed. He chuckled, “No, I was just trying to conjure up an image of me doing that to you.” She threw back her head and, in Hardcore a throaty voice, moaned, “Oh, Pita, yes, yes, cum on my futa-dick! It was a thousand dollars! Because you Brunette were really showing me your childish behavior.”