Sandra Might

“Uh.. Okay…” Dillon replied awkwardly, not wanting to reject his curiosity at seeing where things were going while thinking about how he really shouldn't take advantage of one of the students staying with him and his girlfriend.

He really wondered just how far Emi might just go.

Emi meanwhile didn't really pay attention to the reply. Pushing up her glasses, her hand quickly unclipped the belt and pants, wrestling the six-inch cock into view. Grasping it she stroked it gently, running a thumb across its top to smear its precum into lubricating her strokes. Dillon’s gasp of relief at the pleasure bringing a goofy grin to her face for a moment, she was reassured by the sounds.

Looking to Dillon Emi thought about how much she missed being in a relationship, intimate moments, passion, the sex. “Kiss me.” She asked, her eyes wide pleading for affection through her glasses as she looked deep into Dillon's questioning gaze.

Their lips pressed together gently for an innocent first kiss, triggering an avalanche of passion from Emi as she quickly pressed forward into making out. Into fighting feeling alone. She pressed against him, her firm hand massaging his rigid cock, his hands no longer passively hanging back as they began to blindly explore her clothed body.

Sandra meanwhile had gotten tired of playing with herself while waiting for her boyfriend to come charging in, in response to her text. Having masturbated to climax twice already she delicately rose off the bed, pausing to admire her figure in its see-through one piece lingerie.

Adjusting her sensitive breasts she reached for her fuzzy housecoat, why was she reaching for it? She looked fantastic. Her habitual modesty in the apartment was discarded with a grin, the idea of her and Dillon not even making it back to their room excited her, as did the idea of being caught and by whom. No longer a thought that was debated.

Sauntering through the darkened hallway, Sandra dropped her jaw in delight at what she found.

She half wished it was her badly influencing the rather innocent 18-year-old. Watching the brunette teen stroking her boyfriend’s cock Sandra hungered for a threesome. It had been a while, and this little mink was volunteering, knowingly stroking Dillon's cock.

Not to spook Emi, Sandra quietly walked across the room. Crouching down in front of the distracted teen making out with her boyfriend, Sandra began to lick the tip of his cock, gazing up mischievously to see Emi's reaction as her hand met with Sandra's tongue around Dillon’s dick.

“It tastes even better than it feels,” Sandra suggested lewdly as Emi looked down in shock, the Idol's corrupting influence over the usually devout teen waning as she came to realize her situation.

Emi was stunned, she wasn't one to shy away from a good time, but she was dumbfounded on how exactly she ended up in this situation. Moving her hand aside, Sandra dove down on the rigid dick moaning lavishly as she pulled her lips up as she sucked, an audible pop emerging as they came off the shaft.

Dillon meanwhile brushed Emi's long hair over her shoulder, kissing down her neck as she watched Sandra and processed exactly what it was, she was getting into.

If she was going to keep getting into it

Emi moaned happily at the lips caressing her neck, her hands grasped around the base of Dillon's cock, massaging his balls as she closed her eyes and just basked in the physical sensations. Like the hands now grasping her legs, feeling up her thighs.