Marcus Returns

There's movement out in the hallway and Jillian sees a shadow through the haze glass in the door.

"Yo bitch, you still here? I went back down to ya room, but your bitch ass roommate was still there. I was on my way back here and almost ran into that uptight ass Nala again, so I ducked into the laundry room. And that bitch followed me in there, but I hid ..."

The voice trails off as the door swings open, revealing the black man from earlier. Marcus was the name Nala yelled out, Jillian thought to herself.

"Oh what do we have here. Damn the new recruits look good this year. I'm bout to trade in my old ride for the younger model." Marcus leers at Jillian, staring down at her chest. Despite holding them with her hands in a **** attempt to maintain modesty, there's not a lot left to the imagination with regards to her size.

"Weave me ... ’wone…"

"Oh baby girl you don't need to be worrying about saying a word to Daddy Marcus. Those lips are good for something else." He pulls down his pants, reaching inside to pull out the massive dick that Jillian had spotted earlier. Had it even gotten soft? She couldn't help but stare at it. She felt an incredible heat rising up within her, and there was a tingling sensation in her nose as there was a sudden return of the scent of tropical lime and a darker musk from before. Her mouth, already sensitive, began to salivate and she could feel beneath her hands her nipples harden. No, this couldn't be happening.

"Weave me ... ’wone… Nala’s… comin’ bac’…"

"What you say bitch? Nala? Oh hell no she ain't getting me in trouble. I'm on thin ice already." He eyes the door, then turns back to look at Jillian's chest. "You got some fat titties, but I ain't gonna lose my shot at a lot more fat titties. Gonna milk the cow, but I ain't gonna get fired from the farm because I ain't wait."

Walking back to the door, still holding his dick out waving it from side to side. He stops again.

"I promise you, Daddy will be back for you."

And with that Jillian is again alone.