Not to do Your Laundry

Alecia giggles. “I said I wanted to make up for being such a bitch, so I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

“But…but…shouldn’t you at least take your promise ring off?”

“Fuck that, it’s dirtier if I leave it on.”

She slips a hand in your pants and strokes your cock.

“Very nice.”

She shimmies down your pants and takes your cock in her mouth.

You are left speechless as she sucks your cock. To your surprise she is quite good. You feel close when she pulls off you with a pop.

She stands up and has somehow managed to get her thing off. She strokes her shaved wet sex with her hand.

“So are you going to fuck me, or what?”

You push her to the wall and enter her temple.

“Fuck yes! Give it to me hard and fast!”

You oblige her, driving in and out of her as deep as you can.

“Ooo!”

You continue, on the edge yourself.

“Harder!”

You make one more spectacular push.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” She howls.

You cum.

She gathers herself. “That was amazing, stud. I can’t wait to do it again.”

She begins to leave.

“You’re practically naked. At least take my shirt.”

“Awe, so sweet.”

She grabs your shirt and her jacket and is gone. You are left wondering what the hell just happened.

It’s late and you’re tired so you decide to crash.

Your alarm wakes you and you quickly get ready to head to class.