She’s unsure about this

Ali shut the door of her dorm room, locking it before she turned to face Mark. She had led him inside here after Mark asked her about borrowing her panties for the night.

“Look, giving them to you is one thing but to take a photo with you and my panties that you’re gonna show to all the guys on the team is another,” she explained to him, “Do you know what would happen if I did that? It would take just one guy to tell someone and before you know it, Tiffany’s going to be asking me more than a couple of questions.”

Mark understood her lack of complacency, it was something that could definitely ruin her relationship with her very close friend. He tried to think of a way to do this without her having to make such a risk.

“I know, I get it. What if I took the picture from below the head? Keep your identity safe?” he asked her, trying to make a compromise.

Ali looked like she was considering this more than the original request. She twisted up her face, slowly shaking her head as if she was trying to say no but just couldn’t. Mark stood in front of her, looking into her eyes, waiting for any sign from her.

In a moment where they locked eyes, Mark could feel a genuine connection between the two. He was more than correct, Ali leaned in without warning and pushed her lips up to his. They started to kiss quickly, moving their mouth with passion, their jaws locked together.

Mark felt let tongue inside his mouth and he began to slide his own tongue up against hers. Their hands were also doing plenty, Mark grabbed a hold of her fantastic ass, making the most of the opportunity. All the while, Ali moved her hands around Mark’s back to the back of his head to the side of his face, frantically moving around.

Things had heat up that much that Mark was almost ready to go straight for her pussy let alone just taking her panties off. As Mark’s hand went straight for her thigh, Ali suddenly pulled away, stopping his progress.

“Ugh, what’s wrong with me,” she said, huffing, “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Mark stood back a little frustrated, it wasn’t him who started instantly pashing her.

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault… Look, I’ll give you these, just make sure to crop me out of the photo as much as you can,” she then said while reaching up her skirt to pull down a lacy black thong.

The material of it was so thin, she passed it over to Mark and he could instantly feel the warmth and wetness of it. It was doing nothing for his horniness. He’d bend her over and fuck her wet snatch if he could. However, he was greatful that she was giving him her panties.

Thanking her, Mark took the photo, cutting off her head completely and trying not to show much of her costume either.

As he has opened up the door to leave, Ali offered one last apology. But could he really be annoyed at her? She gave him a bit of tongue and her wet thong, sounded pretty good to Mark.