You feel very frustrated.
It has been two hours that you have been teaching the school softball star player. The subject: Geography of North America. By that time, he still has not even memorized the location of the fifty states of USA.
"Texas looks like a chicken breast," he jokes.
"Please! Focus. You haven't even identified the north eastern states yet," you plead.
"I'm hungry. And tired," he complains.
"Well. Me too. Between you and me, I've been burning more calories because of keeping up with you!" you say as you scratch your head.
He grins at you. "You want to eat? Again?"
"Oh gawd. No. Stop that. Not again," you retort. But your loins are starting to stir at his suggestion.
He stands up, covers the map and removes his shirt, showing his ripped and smooth body. "Come on. Let's have a quickie-- I mean, a quick break."
"No!" You disapprove as you look down. You just sucked him two hours ago. You do not want to make this tutorial session a fuck fest.
"Okay. What if you fuck me this time?" he recommends as he skins down his shorts and shows his round butt.
"Gawwwd. This will be a bigger waste of time," you remind him.
He faces the map and bends down. "Fuck me while I read the map. Maybe, I'll memorize it better that way."
You sigh, stand up and open your fly as yoy stand behind him. "Okay. Where's Texas?"
He points the chicken breast.
You pump into him, "good. Next..."
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