University student indulges in a special surreptitious fantasy.
Please enjoy...
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.... I can almost smell you, dirty little slut.
I enter your room. You have been napping. The stolen hour of sleep that injects a further five or six, good hours, of alert and awake attention, the way you like to live your life.
You are lying face down, drifting back peaceably, from the recesses of your semi-dream state. Head in the pillow. Arse slightly raised. Hands under thighs. Skirt.
I slip into the room and lock the door. You hear me, like a distant sound in the far reaches of an open hall. Gathering your consciousness, detecting me fully only once I have slid up your skirt, pulled your g-string aside.
You now come to. My nose is at your brown hole. Sniffing first, then breathing in deeply, you feel the heat of my mouth near your very intimate orifice.
You start, "Oh dear, I...I just had a...just an hour ago..."
You hesitate, and again, "Ooooh...no don't... no don't it's dir....oh... uh... oh...ohhhh..."
I have slipped my tongue around the edges of your dirty arsehole. I rim you gently, detecting on my taste buds, the aroma of your darkest secret.
You catch yourself. You feel your slit lubricating naturally. You want to move your hands there, but you want to prolong the subtle thrill too, so you wait.
I touch the very center of your puckered brown hole with my tongue. I taste the musky bitterness, the earthy smell, the pasty friction of your anus. I push in, feeling my cock pulse hard against my jeans, throbbing, aching.
I push in deeper, then slip my wet and red tongue out.
"Open for me now you horny little faggot"
You push out, mimicking your movement of just an hour ago. Thrilling and releasing your most secret self into my mouth. I push in deeper now, my whole tongue delving, tasting your insides.
You moan, drawing pleasure as much from the sensation as from the mental twist. ("His tongue is in my dirty ass.")
Your snatch is weeping into the duvet below you. Squeezed up into your inner thighs, it is staining quite nicely now. But you smirk at the quiet little cunt thrill it is sure to give you, when you wash the covers later this week, and see it, are reminded of this nastiness, this surreptitious act.
I press in and out faster. You buck, up and down, pushing back into me and opening up in blatant vulgarity, then diving down into the covers, cunt fucking your bed as hard as you like.