Awkward Sauce

"Marvin," Emily slurred. "C'mon, it's time to graduate. I wouldn't be here without you, c'mon bro." She looked at her phone, flustered at the time. "Bro ..." she opened the door, to find Marvin Sadler standing over the sink, jerking on his nine inch cock. It was huge, Black, a potent weapon. Her jaw dropped.

"I'm sorry," he lied, in part. He wasn't sorry at all. "I'm so hard, and I've just wanted you for so long, and this is the last chance."

She stood there in her robes, just eyeing the thin, malnourished man. He wasn't handsome. He wasn't upper crust. But Jesus, that cock...

"Just be quiet," she said. She reached down, wrapping her small white hand around his cock. It looked even more sizeable this way. She shuddered.

"Oh yes," Marvin purred.

"I said be quiet," Emily reminded him, not unkindly. She jerked him, admiring how big and black his cock was in her tiny hand. He started to cum onto the sink and mirror, thick, rich jets of cum. Emily was silent for a moment. This was a friend. And now it was something more.

"C'mon, let's graduate," she said, her voice low. "Then we can pick this back up." Marvin smiled broadly.