The night isn't over

"The night isn't over," you wink, holding your hand out. Mary giggles, grabbing your hand while the two of you skip deeper into the hall. You find an unlocked storage closet, and the two of you quietly get in. The room darkens completely as you close the door, and you feel Mary's hands feel around for your zipper.

Your hands land on Mary's chest, wanting to get a feel of the tits you had been staring at since you saw her in this dress. She briefly stops fondling your bulge to unzip the back of her dress, freeing her breasts for you to play with. As you pull moans out of her by lightly tugging her nipples, Mary finally unzips your pants and pulls out your dick. She gives it a few fevered tugs before she leans into you.

"Ashley might be the best fuck on the floor," she whispers into your ear, "but I think I might have her beat when it comes to giving head. Would you like to find out why?"