| Straight: College: A 'Quiet', Sexy Night (1/5) |
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Jake rode up the elevator to Michelle’s room. He was feeling frisky tonight and Michelle had been tied down with work all week and he thought she might need the release. He was good looking kid, 21 years old with a little bit of facial hair. Blonde, blue eyed college kid with an athletic body, built from years of hockey and football, which gave him the stamina to always finish Michelle off. As the elevator approached the 10th floor, he became antsy, impatient. He could not wait to surprise Michelle with 8 inches of pleasure, but the surprise would be on him. As Jake got to the door, he did not even need to knock, it had been propped open by a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, a gift he had given to Michelle on her birthday. He looked at them quizzically. Why would a girl who had such fears of public displays of affection choose a sex toy to brick her door open? As rhetorical as the question may have seemed, he had his answer before he was able to figure it out. He opened the door and was stopped cold by the sight. Michelle was a beautifully figured woman, with a nice and firm butt, though a little small, perfectly rounded with hips to match and accentuate her curves. Her legs were long and beautiful, even more so beneath the long black nylons she was wearing, from high on her thigh down to her toes. As he stood there looking her up and down, he had to pause when he looked up beyond her waist. She was wearing a skintight leather corset. Her DD breasts pressed on the leather, begging to be released. The zipper was undone just a small amount, enough to give the impression that her boobs were winning the fight. They looked like someone was crushing soccer balls against her chest. Only then did he get to her face – beautiful. A small knowing smile crept across her lips, as she knew what lay ahead in the evening. She was gorgeous with her little red cheeks and slender nose. And her eyes, oh her eyes. She gazed into Jake’s soul with a lustful fire unknown to both of them. She yearned for his body; she needed to fulfill his desires, his needs. With her long, flowing hair done up in a pair of ponytails like handlebars, he knew she was ready to go. On a quick second look over, he noticed two things: her lack of underwear, giving him a full look at her luscious, warm and inviting womanly cave, calling for him to fill her. In addition, he noticed the white rope going over her shoulders. She had gone all out tonight, tying herself up, making her like a puppet to his will, but that would come later. Having looked her over for seemingly hours, Jake opened his mouth, not to speak, but just in awe of what was spread out before him. However, had words even tried to escape, they would have done so in vain as Michelle threw him down on the bed, grinding on his leg hard as she put a finger to his mouth. He would not be speaking tonight. She dragged her hands down his body, as if trying to scratch his clothes right off of him. She slowly unlaced his shoes, controlling herself only because she knew |
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