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"Chee... Someone's gonna... Catch us..." I whispered. "No they aren't." Richie muttered. I pushed him off of me and started unbuckling his belt. I tugged his pants down and looked back up at him. "What if this was like one of those horror movies where right about now you see a scary guy coming towards us. So I get up and I'm like 'dude what the fuck are you doing here?' And he fucking chops my head off and then it rolls over to you and you scream and run in to camp and you're like 'oh no there's a killer out there!' And then you all try to escape but you can barely hold on because you watched your beloved Richard get his head chopped off."

I stared at him and Richie blinked back at me. "Maybe just get it up and we'll see what happens from there." I replied. Richie nodded and pulled his dick out. He started rubbing himself and I watched as he slowly got harder and harder. "Can I see your tits?" Richie asked. "No."

"Hot stuff!" He whined. I rolled my eyes and unclamped my bra for him, teasing pulling it off. Richie smiled and leaned down to leave hickeys on my chest. I bit my lip and grabbed his hair. "It's so soft..." I whispered. "I know. Usually it doesn't take this long. It's probably the heat."

"Not your dick. Your hair."

"Oh."

I rolled my eyes and pushed him so he was laying down. Richie pulled his hand away and I leaned down. "Shit..." He whispered. I took a little at a time, swirling my tongue around his tip. "Fuuuuuck." Richie was finally hard so I started picking up the pace. I bobbed my head faster, taking more him him. Richie moaned and was hard enough for me to work with.

I pulled away and Richie caught his breath. "Come on Tozier." I smiled. "We're counselors, if we're gone five minutes past our break time we'll get our asses fired."

He nodded and