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The school year was coming to an end and I was busying myself with spring sports. I was doing track and field, distance events like the 1,500-meter run. I also tried my hand at pole vaulting, which did not go well. I had to quit vaulting before I really hurt myself. One particularly grueling Friday at practice, I noticed Mrs. B. in the bleachers watching. Faculty often wandered out to watch teams practice or play, but Mrs. B was rarely among them. She lingered when the practice was over, so I went over to say hi. She seemed genuinely happy to see me, even though she had been quite aloof in class or in the hallway.

Should he do it? Just forfeit the match? To admit before the crowd that their prince was too weak to fight back? After everything that had happened to him, he had no pride left, nothing to lose. Maybe it was better to accept his failure and resign himself to his shame. Lying on the ground, he raised his arm, about to surrender, but stopped, thinking back to a conversation he had with Tarnas. It was during the year of training, the two of them sitting around the campfire on an autumn night. Seraph was staring deep into the flames, into the light and warmth, but all he felt inside was cold darkness.

Almost getting lost with the flavour and smell of his balls, Sarah glanced up and saw once again his raging erection. She let his balls tumble out of her mouth and moved up again to replace the space with his cock. Though a bit less hard than the first round, this only emboldened Sarah to deepthroat it as much as possible. The slightly less firm head of his cock hit the back of her mouth and bent around her throat as she buried her lips into the base of his cock. Despite cumming so hard already, it didn’t take long until once again he provided her with a generous donation.