Amy shows mercy.

The crowd of sexy, giggling athlete girls was almost beginning to disperse from around Alan, but their cameras and phones were still pointed straight at his debased, naked and bound form. Thing is, the other women in the mob were closing in, their mouths open in lecherous smiles, and their hands groping the air as if it were his sizable penis.

Just when the hapless little Adonis thought his humiliation could only get worse, he looked up and saw yet another voluptuous girl staring at his leaking cock— his best friend, Amy. Eyes wide like dinner plates, and a hand splayed in front of her gaping mouth, the bespectacled brunette took a moment to gawk at Alan’s humiliating situation before jogging closer; her gigantic tits bouncing with each stride.

“Holy shit, Alan, your cock is so— I mean, are you okay?” the ghost girl asked, going from horny to concerned in record time.

He was still crying slightly, but breathed an enormous sigh of relief as Amy’s mere presence kept the hundreds of hungry eyes off his wiener. “N-not really! Please please please, do something!!”

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna get you down. Let’s see…”

Rather than the obvious starting point of undoing her crush’s bound hands, Amy bent down to undo the Saran Wrap around his ankles— her pretty face mere inches away from that big, juicy cock Alan couldn’t hide. The naked hunk’s face kept burning up like an active volcano, partially because (although he would never admit it) he often imagined Amy’s lips wrapped around his penis.

Just a quick peep down showed her head bobbing beside Alan’s crotch, and the image of a blowjob meant that the boy instantly got hard again. Which was unfortunate given the circumstances. As his curvaceous friend and rescuer stood up from unwrapping his ankles, her tank top got snagged on his shaft and her prodigious breasts spilled out before the hunk’s eyes.

The sight was absolutely glorious for each of them, eyes going wide like dinner plates as they ogled their crush’s privates for a moment longer than they ought‘ve.

With his sizable meat stuck out in the air, and leaking a slimy trail of pre-cum, Amy went around the support beam to finally free her mortified crush’s arms; not bothering to prevent the gathered college girls from seeing Alan’s everything again, though.

The fully erect hottie sighed with inexpressible relief as his chubby friend wrapped the apron back around his waist; thanking Amy with a tight, sincere hug until he realized with an abased blush that his cock was poking her thicc thigh.

After making certain Alan was going to be alright alone, the curvaceous brunette walked away on cloud fucking nine.

Her mind and vagina still abuzz with the kind of arousal you don’t feel every day, Amy chased down a couple of the jock girls who had the sexy attack recorded on their phones, and asked them, “Can you believe that awful thing just happened to Alan? Also, could you please please please send me the video?”

“Uh, I’m not sure…” the first woman said, even as she rubbed her thighs together, “he seemed so scared, and, and humiliated. Is Alan going to be okay?”

“I don’t know what she’s talking about— that was like, the sexiest thing ever. Just give me your phone number if you wanna see it before I post it online.”

Not noticing the saliva escaping her lips, Amy told the more perverted jock, “Oh thanks! Okay, my number is…”