Mark has a new crying crisis and Monique arrives by surprise

The two run into the room, with speed and ferocity. Winter gets naked quickly, leaving her beautiful huge breasts showing and and her moist wet pink pussy lips were throbbing, dripping on antecipation. Mark kneels between her legs and smells her excitement fill his nostrils. However, something breaks in Mark's head, or maybe it was already broken and he was just pretending he could move on. His cock becomes flaccid, contrary to what was expected. And his mouth, instead of opening to kiss and suck Winter's pussy, opens to release a whimpering cry, completed by the tears that begin to flow down his face. He sobs and embarrassedly sticks his head between Winter's legs to hide his embarrassment.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I can't... I can't...".

The brunette's lust faded and was replaced by concern for Mark. After all, it's the second time in a few days she's watched him cry. Lovingly, she pats Mark's head gently.

"It's not a problem, honey, it's not a problem... What's happening to you, Mark?"

Mark is touched by her affection, and because of that, even though he knows he will make her suffer, he cannot lie. Wiping his face the best you can in the arm, he turns his red eyes into her eyes:

"I would love to love you, but I love Monique. She's a mess, and even though I know she fucks up half of college, I can't cheat on her, even if I have nothing to do with her. Sorry."

Winter's look shows that she's been hit by the revelation, but the words indicate even more: "She's a lucky woman to have you, Mark."

That's when the door suddenly opens. And whoever enters, as if summoned by their words, is precisely Monique. She opens her eyes in fright as she sees the scene before her.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Winter responds, with an irony about the interruption of sex and love plans with Mark: "Not now. But by the looks of it, you've interrupted all my possibilities with Mark.” She stands up quickly, her huge breasts swaying slightly despite their natural stiffness. And with a very serious look, and a very determined voice, contrasting with her total nudity, she fixed her gaze on Monique's eyes: “You don't know how lucky you are to have the love of someone like Mark. If you hurt him, know that I will go after you to hell and make you regret it!"

Winter picks up the clothes, bends down and kisses Mark's head: "Take care of yourself Mark. If she does anything wrong with you, if you need help, you know where to look for me. I love you!" She storms out, carrying her clothes, so affected by everything that she doesn't even care about being naked in the hallway.

Mark is now frozen, static, looking at Monique. She walks over to him, and without saying anything, sits on the edge of the bed, facing him. With her hands, she lifts her micro-skirt, and as she doesn't wear any panties, when she spreads her legs in front of Mark, in the same position that Winter was just now, she leaves her pussy all over. It is as it always seems to be: hairless, all red from use, almost turned inside out, raw. She must have fucked up all day again. Globes of something white come out of her pussy.

"Don't look at that expression. You know what it is, it's cum, you know why my pussy is like this. Do you understand why even though I love you, I can't be with you? I'm a mess, a bitch, a whore, never would make you happy!"

With passionate eyes, Mark looks at her, as if to counter her speech. And as deeds are worth more than words, Mark moves his head towards her pussy. He sniffs hard, taking in all the sex scent that emanates from her, even coming from another or other men before. But Mark doesn't care, as he would give his life to smell Monique's pussy every day for the rest of his days.

He sticks out his tongue, feels her pussy, feels how wet she is. Her liquids pour into Mark's mouth, along with still-hot cum and old cum. Mark doesn't care. He wants to drink her nectar, even if he has to get used to the taste of cum, even if he has to taste the different cum flavors of different men. The crying is behind him, intoxicated by what he most desires in the world: Monique's pussy, which he idolizes as a sacred cave, the center of Mark's universe now.

“Urghhhh fuck... Yes! You may have a dick that's no big deal, but you know how to use your tongue. You are a born licker. This... Go... Makes me cum!"

He sinks his face into her pussy, licking her insides, sucking the cum that was still there, furiously stirring her clit.

"Yeahhhhhhh... I'M CUMMINNNNNNNNG!"

In what couldn’t have been timed better, the dorm room door opened up.