Leaning back into his lounger, she straddled him, moving her hips back and forth, up and down, as he bit and chewed on her humble, but perky breasts. As he was about to climax, he pulled out and bet her over the side of the couch. He wasn’t ready to finish just yet. Now it was her turn to please him. He composed himself long enough to thrust hard into her hungry opening, slapping his thighs against her wetness. But before he knew it, he began losing control again. He turned her over, shoved his member deep down her throat, and finished inside her mouth. “Swallow,” he ordered. After they composed themselves, he led her to the bathroom, he cleaned her off, got her dressed, and called her a cab back to her dorm.
And now, here she was, consumed by desire in the campus coffee shop, flushed from her exploits of the night before. Still lost in thought, she found herself craving his touch. The ding of the bell to the café door went off, and looking in the direction of the sound, she was greeted by familiar brown eyes and a coy side smile. Closing her laptop, she sauntered towards him, yearning tugging between her legs. With a laugh in his eyes, he leaned down and whispered, “Are you ready for more?”