Final Stretch

Holly arrived outside Derek's room as commanded.

Knock*knock*

The door opens and Derek beckons her in.

"Strip."

Derek demands a as he pulls his shorts and boxers off, his huge throbbing erection already standing erect, waiting for Holly's lips.

Holly strips down, trying to keep some remnants of decency by covering her tits slightly.

That is until, Derek reaches out and cops a feel of her tits.

"Mmm."

Holly shivers.

She couldn't believe how sensitive her body was.

"Damn slut, you look like you're begging to get fucked"

Derek smirks at her.

"Th- thank you? I haven't been able to cum since the.. incident."

"I see... I could fuck your brains out here and now if you'd like?"

Holly was dumbfounded by his ridiculous offer.

"Please, as if id ever let you fuck me."

"I'm just doing this so you'll undo whatever you've done to me." Holly affirms

"Ahuh sure." Derek replies

"Well, if you ever want that pussy rearranged, you know where to find me"

Holly grits her teeth.

She wants to stand her ground, but she's ****.

"P-please, can I start sucking you now?"