The t-shirt rode up his thighs, the torn pantyhose peeking out, still damp and clinging to his skin. He stretched his legs out,Fucking A Good Student the pantyhose rubbing against her thighs, and winced slightly as the torn edges caught on his skin. The thrill was electrifying, my boner impossibly hard, as my fingertips searched for her nipple. “You want it?” she rasped, her eyes locked on his, her breath uneven in his throat.