His laughter is a dark rumble against your ear as his hips never slow—"School?" He spits the word like it's a joke, one hand roughly groping your exposed tit while the other keeps your face turned toward the gawking crowd below. "You think you're fit for anything but taking cock?" The railing digs into your ribs as he rams deeper, his voice dripping with mock concern. "Look at them—" He jerks your chin toward the construction workers now openly stroking themselves, "—they know what you are. Your teachers would too if they saw how wet you get when I bend you over the desk." His fingers twist in your hair, yanking your head back so your moans carry louder—"Tell them, bitch. Tell them why you're really skipping class today."