A text interrupts her

"Hey my little pet :)," the message reads, with Tyler's name atop the scrolling text. "Why don't you wear something pretty and make your way up to my room?"

"I understand," Caoimhe types back nervously, wondering just what was in store for her.

Quietly, she packed away her bag as thoughts of calculus faded from her head. Briefly, she considered heading back to her room and switching into a cute black and pink lace combination she'd bought for Jack, but she quickly decided against that. No use getting dolled up for this asshole.

After making her way to the dorm, Caoimhe soon found her knuckles tapping against the wooden door to Tyler's room. The door opened, revealing Tyler's muscular body clad in a thin navy dressing gown. His gorgeous abs peak through, with the vague shape of his semi-hard member apparent through the thin material. He smiles, scratching at his facial hair as he motions for you to come in.

"Hey, sexy," Tyler smiles, putting a hand on her waist as he led her into the room.

"What is it, Tyler?"

"No need to be so cold," Tyler grins, his hand slipping down to Caoimhe's ass, as it so often tended to do.

His hand firmly cups Caoimhe's ass, squeezing it hard and painfully as if it were a stress ball. With his spare hand, he wraps it around her inner thigh, lifting it up with ease to give him better access to her ass.

"Did you just call me up here to play with my ass?" Caoimhe glares.

"So what if I did?" Tyler grins, giving her left cheek a quick slap. "You don't want Jack to find out, do you?"

Caoimhe bit her lips, letting Tyler grab and grope as he pleased, feeling her panties moisten with every squeeze. She just had to bear through it, she thought. Ignore the excitement and exhilaration, ignore the arousal, and it'd all be fine.

"I was thinking we could have a fun little time together," Tyler says. "I had another date for tonight, but I'm afraid she cancelled, so you're going to be acting as my fleshlight. Understood?"

"You're..." Caoimhe said, her breath catching in her throat. "I don't..."

Tyler leaned in, pressing his finger against Caoimhe's lips, shushing her. He pulls out his phone, tapping on the folder of pictures to bring up the image of Caoimhe with a cock stuffed in her mouth, gagging on it with surprise.

"Do we want this to get out, Caoimhe?"

She silently shook her head, as Tyler smiled. He sat down on his bed, eyes scanning her body. His robe slips to the side, revealing his hardened cock as it slips free. He seems unbothered by it, continuing to maintain eye contact.

"Undress for me, Caoimhe."