Like imagine being pushed up against the couch he has in his dorm, black leather to match the black dorm walls he painted himself (and got in trouble for). His hands running over the smooth fabric of the pretty little summer dress you'd thrown on hours earlier. To have his hands desperately grabbing at any of your
supple flesh he can, his mouth leaving hot, wet kissing along the sensitive skin of your neck. Sharp canines biting roughly on your pulse point and all along your shoulders that slowly become exposed when his fingers untie the strings of your straps. Soft puffs of air leaving his parted lips when you grind your thinly clothed pussy against the bulge in his baggy black sweats, the ones that drive you crazy each time you see him wearing them. Rough hands that pull down the top of your dress to expose your tits that sit pretty and perked when the cool air hits them. His hands move down to grab at your waist, pulling it towards him, forcing your back to arch so he can take one of your perky nipples into his mouth. Listening to your whiny little moans as he swirls his tongue around the perked bud, his cock twitching and straining against the fabric of his pants. When one of his hands comes up to play with your other tit, he listens to the whine you try to suppress, his dick throbbing beneath his sweats. His other hand falls to the skirt of your dress, slipping it beneath the fabric to snap the band of your panties against your hip, feeling you jolt against the couch, groaning when your pussy rubs against his dick. His mouth leaves hickeys and bites all over your tits, making sure to split his attention between them equally, while his hands slips into your now drenched panties. His fingers glide across your pussy, from your dripping entrance to your clit, collecting your slick and letting it coat his digits. His eyes flick up to meet yours as his fingers play with your sensitive clit, rubbing and flicking it between his fingers, letting your slick soak his digits so they can glide across the little bud better. Green orbs watch your every movement, every twitch and shift you make doesn’t go unnoticed by the brunette. His lips leave your tit with a soft pop as his middle and ring finger sink into your drooling pussy, his palm rubbing against your clit each time he thrusts his fingers. He leans back now, the muscles of his forearm flexing each time he thrusts his fingers, his veins beginning to show, his eyes trailing down to watch his fingers disappear into your sopping cunt. He can’t seem to choose what to focus on, your pussy or your pretty face. Your lips part to let out the most beautiful moans he’s ever heard, your hands gripping his biceps, your head falling back against the couch, and hips grinding all over his palm just to get more friction. Clicking his tongue softly, his deep voice calls out to you, “Come on baby, lemme see yer eyes. Wanna watch you when you cum all over my fingers. I wanna see what you’re gonna do when I have you on my dick. You can ride my shit all night, ma. Come on baby, you can do it. All ya gotta do it cum for me. I know you can, angel.”
