He has baggy shorts and a tank top on, fully ready to hit the gym. His pace quickens into my orgasm, sending me deeper into the unrelenting pleasure. Asshole. My arms rest limply at my sides, legs crossed at my feet. My moan fills the room and he pulls back again, then forward. But then someone would certainly warn stupid Stan. Stan Jones, #9, All American football star. He should be going to his study group soon.”
He pulls at me, and I comply. Fortunately, I dabble in the mystic arts. Makes me so mad, I could kill someone. But he’s completely overshadowing my boyfriend, Brent Stallor! The thought of being caught, the thrill of what we’re doing behind my boyfriend’s back, and once again having a bare cock inside me for the purpose of coating my insides with seed pushes me through orgasm after orgasm as we go at it for the next two hours.
