“I’m sorry, are… are you accusing me of drinking Mr. J?” she asked as she f
“I’m sorry, are… are you accusing me of drinking Mr. J?” she asked as she flipped the towel over the empty bottle. “I’m just… I just don’t want to see you get… I would hate to see…” he stuttered, looked around at the other students and chaperones on the trip as they lounged by the hotel pool. “I mean, are you suggesting that I’m the kind of girl to sneak alcohol on a school trip? Is that it?” she whispered as she loosened her bikini top. "I mean, what else do you think? Maybe that I’m the kind of girl that would meet you in your room, in about 10 minutes from now, and let you empty that cock of yours out all over my tits or something?“ "No no… I mean… what are you trying to say?” he stuttered again. “I’m offended Mr. J. I mean… what kind of girl do you think I really am? I’m not that kind of girl at all. ” she smiled, running her fingers up the line of her thigh as she licked her lips, “…I’m the kind who looks you in the eye while she swallows every drop you can shoot.” -- source link