She pushes back, and then again,
Taking inches but not quite ten.
Then she seems to have a thought:
Thirty girls that should be taught.
“Girls gather round, come have a look,
Come and see how you should fuck.”
Scraping chairs, muffled words,
Surrounded by some thirty birds.
“Concentrate, oh girls you must,
See how he does it, as discussed.”
I do my best as they watch on,
But soon I groan and shoot my cum.
Teacher trembles, moans and sighs,
Can barely stand on wobbly thighs.
The bell it sounds to end the class,
Rather odd since it was Maths.