My English class was studying a number of works, one of which was a classic novel. For the curriculum we only needed to study a couple of passages in ...depth and have an overview of the plot, but I was interested in reading the whole thing.The novel started slowly, with long drawn-out descriptions of things with minimal relevance to the story, but when it finally got going the plot was quite interesting with twists and turns we hadn't learned about at school.Eventually I had to take a comfort. "If you can't...," she began, but I held a finger to her lips.Starting slowly with my fingers, I traced the lines up and down the shaft. Very rigid, I could feel her arousal and the need for release. Grasping the shaft with one hand, I stroked her as I would myself. Moving the skin up and down, firmly and slowly. With the other hand I cupped her balls, wondering when, if ever, they had experienced release. They were hot in my palm, and drew up as I played with my lover’s cock.Raising my eyes, I. Not physically, although that was rapidly becoming debatable, but certainly a man who was so eaten up with a deep inner rage he no longer had control over his reasoning. She smiled at her own rambling thoughts. Listen to me, I’ll be talking to the walls next, then they’ll probably have to come and take me away. Then her mood took a more serious turn. No not now, nothing could destroy my future now, nothing at all. It’s funny, her uncontrolled thoughts spilled out into her consciousness again,. It wasn't long before we were both panting and groaning, already so close to our climax. * They broke away from each other, eyes locked as they tirelessly and furiously fucked each other. She swung on her bra, freeing her breasts to claw at them, before taking her hands back to his body. Fuck, I wanted to sink my teeth into him and let him treat me that way. I tried to match their pace as best I could. I wasn't going to last much longer, I knew, when I saw the signs from the two of them. He was.