But her fingers wasn't where the P.E. teacher was looking. He totally ignored the speakers, and placed his hands firmly on the back of her head. While he enjoyed her head bobbing forth and back up to that moment, now his hands were forcing her in his direction, taking him deep into her mouth, without allowing her to bob back again. He kept on pushing and pushing, seeking to press her nose against his belly, holding back his climax until he was in as deep as he could manage.<br/><br/>Then he couldn't hold it in anymore, and a large load of thick, white, salty goo slowly entered her mouth in a long stream. Just when it seemed the stream was over, another small wad followed after the rest. Still, Mr. Lemontine's hands rested firmly on the back of her head, locking her face against her groin, his sweaty pubic hair pressed against her lips, chin, nose and cheeks.