8B: SOUL SUCKING MOUTH OF YOURS

APRIL

“Go ahead, suck my dick.”

My eyes bulged out in horror at his command and I instinctively looked around to make sure I wasn’t wrong about our location. Or had he forgotten where we were before making such an absurd demand? Maybe he needed some reminding to set his head straight.

“You do realize that we’re still on campus property and we could get expelled if caught, right?” I pointed out.

I expected a sense of urgency to dawn on him and reflect in his expression, but nothing of the sort happened.

“Show me what’s so special about that mouth of yours that Xander keeps going on and on about,” he instructed, clearly unbothered by the risk he was asking me to take.

Oddly, the risky part was slowly become less and less of a concern to me.

Now, I was strangely excited by his words and what they implied. Simply knowing that they’d talked about the blow job Xander had forcefully made me give him sent a thrill straight to my pussy in seconds.

I couldn’t help but wonder what