Click, click, click....

Click, click , click, I could feel the cum moving down my legs. But I also inhaled the sweet perfume as I walk closer to the exit. Just short of the door was a group of toughs, hangin together. I recaptured the confidence I had in the first hallway encounter and walked toward he doors, aimed directly thru the thugs. Movement took over the group, someone was wading thru them and roughly clearing a path. Just as I got there the group split, I walked forward seeing Quiet, Bitch and Peekin dominating the action. As I walked by, each in turn leaned forward and drew a deep breath, inhaling in an exaggerated fashion. I stopped, smiled, pushed my ass muscles to unload as much cum as possible, then opened the door, passed outside and walked into the fresh air.
The cool night air flowed up my skirt, across my legs and thighs and chilled the, now, free flowing abundance of sperm dripping down my legs and falling. Walking across the parking lot I was sure I was leaving a wet trail of cum drops. I stopped at the vehicle to open the door. Drip, drip, drip, Master said “get in, we’re late for the bookstore”. The bl**d pounded again in my ears, bookstore?