Meet your RA

After drying off, John threw on some sweat pants and a t shirt and headed out of the Dorm. John walked to the door labeled RA and knocked. In a flash he was pulled into the room and into a chair. A pale, freckled brunette stood before him, wearing nothing but a determined gaze. She straddled John's lap.

"Here's the deal, if you don't come, you might get what you want. What's your name?" His interrogator asked.

"John. John Doe." He responded, as she began to pressure her hips against his own.

"Why are you here?" She asked, reaching around John's neck and grabbing a hold.

"I just wanted to meet the RA!" John groaned through her grinding. She began to toss her butt around, furthering his suffering.

"Last question, would you let me do that to you over and over again? Our girls sex wrestling team could use a fuckpole to practice with." She said, aggressively forcing her chest into John's face. He moaned.