You let out a soft scream, but it gets muffled soon as you end up facing the backside of your teacher. Because it's really dark in these skintight pants, you can't see where you ended up. But a soft rumbling followed by an stream of hot air hitting you square in the face tells you where you are. Your face is clamped tight right under mister welling's hole.
The Smell is unbearable. But the movement is soothing, kind of like sleeping in a hammock. Mr welling moves. You hear him say hello to some people and realise he's in a gymclass. A softmusic plays in the background. Then a voice welcomes all student to class and tells them it's time to warm up.
Suddenly Mister welling lunges forward slowly, bringing your face into his puckered hole. After a few deep breathes he stands back up, then moving forward again with his other leg. Again, kissing your face with his hole.
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