Girls play with him

The redhead looks at you, while the blonde nibbles on your ear and whispers, "You’re cute, but too bad I can't play this game. This is a contest for the upperclassmen."

The blonde moves her right hand along hislower back, her delicate cold fingers tracing down to his backside. She penetrates his virgin ass, and his body betrays him as his member surges to full erection—bigger than it has ever been. The redhead remarks, "The upperclassmen are going to have fun with your body."

The blonde massages his back while she forcefully kisses John, and the blonde continues to tease him. Freya grabbed his cock, mercilessly jerking him off until he explode onto the floor. As he ejaculates, Helena moves her fingers deeper. He is still very hard, and you no longer cares about his nudity; with all the times he is groped , fondled and forced to ejaculate, it has become an afterthought.

They shove you out of the room toward the empty hallway. At a fork in the corridor, you are greeted by four identical, gorgeous, tanned quadruplets with long Nordic blonde hair, their white blouses barely containing their breasts. Each one grabs a piece of you.

He is met up by four identical gorgeous quadruplets with tanned body, long legs and blonde hair with there white blouse hardly containing there tits. Each of them grabs a piece of his him. One of them says, "You, ready to grab attention of every upperclassman."

The first sister, wearing a white fitted sorority T-shirt emblazoned with Greek letters, steps into your personal space. She firmly grabs your backside, pulling you flush against her, and crashes her lips onto yours in a forceful, bruising kiss that tastes faintly of sweet mint. As she pulls away, still breathless, she leans close to your ear and whispers, "You can attempt the hallway and it is shortest route but the most dangerous. You have only a minute to run through that very long corridor; classes are about to be dismissed, and it is guaranteed that you will be groped, pinched, and slapped."

Before you can process her warning, the second sister—dressed in her pastel blue cardigan and plaid skirt—sweeps in. She shoves the first one aside, her fingers digging painfully into his shoulders as she pulls him into a desperate, aggressive kiss that leaves his lips tingling. When she breaks the contact, she presses her lips against his ear, murmuring, "You could take the long way through the art studios, but be warned: you will definitely be forced to model for the class. You will probably be part of the next art exhibit."

The third sister, clad in her forest green college crewneck, wastes no time. She grabs his hair, forcing his head back to plant a searing, demanding kiss on your mouth that leaves him gasping. As she steps back, her voice is a sharp, mocking whisper in his ear: "Run through the athletic wing if you’re fast, but keep your head down—you’ll certainly run into a swarm of girls, so you had better be good at hiding. They might be looking for a new equipment manager."

Finally, the fourth sister, wearing her maroon sorority sweatshirt, pulls hm into a final, crushing embrace. She kisses him with a frantic intensity, her tongue darting into his mouth as if to mark her territory. As the kiss ends, she slides her hand down your chest and leans in to whisper, "The longest route is outside through the gardens; it might be the safest, but it will take you half the day to reach her office."

The four sisters step back simultaneously, encircling you. Their eyes, identical and icy blue, lock onto his with an unsettling intensity.

As they speak, three of the sisters reach up and pull ornate, vintage keys from beneath their collars, the metal glinting coldly against their skin. They hold the keys out, a silent promise and a threat all at once.

He finds the presence of three ornate French glass doors in such a sterile hallway bizarre. Through them, he catches glimpses of the snow-dusted grounds, making his current entrapment feel even more claustrophobic. The doors are locked from the inside, their heavy frames waiting for the right key—or a much higher price—to be opened.