Heather smiled, stepping closer to him, until her firm-looking breasts were pressed up against him in the white crop top she was wearing. She loomed over him for a moment, and he suddenly felt very small under her gleaming gaze. He could feel the disdain soaking her voice like venom. With each knee to his balls, he wanted more and more to curl into the fetal position, and his arms were fighting against the leather belt keeping his hands where they were, keeping him helpless. “Easy, little man,” Heather teased, “just keep licking.” She moaned, pressing into his dick a little harder before continuing: “We don’t wanna pop it, do we?”
A shiver ran through his body at the thought of it, and he eagerly pushed his face deeper against her pussy, eliciting a moan from his one-evening mistress as she removed her heel from his tip and instead pressed her foot harder into his shaft. Just not by a complete pisswad like Dylan.”
“Y-yeah?” he stammered. Through the blur of a college party pulled straight from a Hollywood blockbuster, they finally ended up in an unoccupied, dimly lit bedroom. He didn’t hate those girls, they just weren’t his type. Once more, her heeled foot sent a jolt through his body, and he let out a screeching howl that was muffled almost to a
