Jerk off right there

You quickly stand up, your cock throbbing violently in your pants as Regan’s words echo through your mind like sweet, sinful music. As she walks out of the room, leaving you alone with her discarded underwear, desire and arousal engulf every fiber of your being.

With shaking hands, you reach down to grab the wet thong from where it landed on the floor. The fabric is warm and sticky with Regan’s juices, and its scent intoxicates you even more. You bring it up to your nose, inhaling deeply, savoring her unique fragrance.

For a moment, you contemplate what you should do next. Do you take off my pants and jerk off right here? Or should you wait to get back to the dorm?

Deciding against waiting any longer, you unbuckle and unzip your pants, pulling down your boxers in a rush of anticipation. Your cock springs free instantly, already leaking pre-cum onto the floor below you. Grabbing Regan’s wet thong, you position it around the base of my cock, savoring the sensation of her moisture against your sensitive skin.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly start stroking yourself, using long, deliberate movements. Your eyes remain locked on the doorway through which Regan had disappeared, imagining her sexy ass cheeks swaying in time with each thrust.

The feeling is intense, almost unbearable, as you continue to stroke yourself faster and harder, gasping and moaning softly under your breath. Your orgasm builds up inside, like a volcano ready to erupt, the pressure building with each powerful stroke.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, you let loose a primal scream that reverberates throughout the room as your body convulses in ecstasy. Hot streams of cum spurt out of your cock, painting Regan’s thong bright white. Your muscles contract tightly around her wet fabric, milking every last drop from your aching member.

As your breathing slowly returns to normal and your raging erection begins to subside, you gently remove Regan’s soaked thong from your cock, admiring the mess you had created together. The scent of sex fills the air, reminding you of what transpired between you.

Taking a moment to catch your breath and regain some sense of composure, you quickly stuff your cock back into my boxers, rezip and buckle your pants before shoving Regan’s soiled underwear into your backpack. Standing there, covered in sweat and cum stains, you can’t help but wonder what else might be waiting for you in Regan’s twisted games.