Blowjob

You thought you saw some unoccupied bedrooms at some point, and as you walk Christina down the corridor, catching her in her drunken stumbles, you feel increasingly good about your chances as her hand shifts down from your chest to working ineffectually at the buttons on your pants.

“Get them off,” she says, hitting your crotch in mock anger. “Why doesn’t it want to come off?”

“All in good time,” you say, pushing open a door and finding a room that’s empty save for a drunk dude slumped against the wall. You almost have second thoughts, about this but then Christina flops down on the bed and looks invitingly over at you. Screw it. You gently lift the guy up and place him down in the corridor, and then close the door behind you. Why doesn’t it have a lock? Probably exactly for situations like this, so you shove a chair in front of the door. A sock on the handle seems a little too crass.

“So I was thinking,” Christina says as you join her on the bed, “that you should have lost your shirt quite a while ago.”

“And I was thinking,” you say, pulling off your shirt, “that you could do without yours too.”

Christina strips, exposing her bra and a good amount of cleavage, and then practically tackles you onto the bed, peppering your face with kisses. You start to kiss her back, but she’s already moving lower, lips briefly skimming over your cheek before dwelling on your neck, nibbling in a way that causes your hips to inadvertently thrust up towards her.

“Patience,” Christina whispers, a hand dropping to your crotch again. She gives your cock a quick squeeze through your pants, and then her hand moves up again, coming to a rest by your chest, where she’s started to trail kisses as her head shifts lower. Your hands find their way to her bra strap, and you undo the clasp as she’s kissing your abs. She looks up at you as her bra falls off, revealing her tits in their full glory.

You caress her breasts, your hands instinctively toying around with her nipples, while hers spring open your pants. Tugging your boxers aside, she pulls your cock out, and begins to stroke your semi-hard member, cooing slightly as you stiffen under her careful ministration.

Then, her head comes down, and you let out a soft moan as she takes your head into her mouth. She stops there for the moment, running her tongue over that sensitive area, and just when you’re about to give in and thrust into her, she makes the plunge herself, taking your shaft into your mouth. She bobs her head quickly, the warm envelope of her mouth sending your cock straight to heaven.

Meanwhile, you squeeze down on her tits whenever she goes a little deeper, rewarding her for her good work, and she moans through her mouth whenever you do so, the little tremors doing wonders for your cock. She’s gone about as deep as anybody has on you before, and your head starts to swim as you sense the end coming.

Just then, you hear somebody knocking on the door, and a familiar voice calls out: “Oooh, I wonder what’s going on in here.”

Christina freezes, cock still in her mouth, as Annalise pokes her head in. Her eyes widen, and a wicked smile crosses the Latina’s face, and she gets the chair out of the way before entering the room. Your cock slips out of Christina’s mouth with a soft pop, and you feel a sense of frustration in your balls as Annalise sashays up to the bed.

“My, my, look who’s having fun. Why go for a girl like her, when you could have me?” Annalise asks, stripping off her top and her pants, showing that she’s dressed in a skimpy bra and a thong. Christ, that ass is begging to be fucked, but what should you do about Christina, who’s still got a hand on the base of your cock?

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