House Party.
For some reason, I can see Frat!Chris fucking you at a small house party. Consenting viewers suggesting different moves for him to try out on you, encouraging him to fuck you deeper, with long strokes as you whimper out in pleasure, asking for more-not caring about the small crowd that are watching the free show. Chris then leans in towards your ear and begins to tease the sensitive earlobe with his teeth. “You know we doing this for state, right?” That signature smirk crept on his face as he placed a kiss on your cheek. Hardly figuring out what the sentence was, you helplessly moaned out, begging for him to go deeper. All of this teasing had brought you close to the edge again and you might not last longer if he kept this going. “Believe-fuck-that.” A sultry moan erupted from your voice again as each stroke became more blissful, along with the voyeurism from the crowd-being shown as a slut wanting attention and pleasure being given to her at once. Degradation wasn’t a worry for you, as you were being shown as a whore in front of others while a guy that you were fucking for looks, now doing it to you in such a bold manner. Constant mumbles and light cheering were mixed with the sounds of whimpers and moans as Chris placed two of his fingers on your clit as he continued to fuck himself deeper into you. The commotion begin to wear on your nerves but, a boom came from the man’s voice as he continue to guide you to climax.
“Do it for state!”