Happily Never After

[shizzz]

She paused, letting his throbbing cock pulse gob after gob of cum in her mouth. She swallowed, gulping him down before sucking his cock for a few more article, getting every last drop milked out of him.

She finally released his cock from her lips, and before she sat back up she tucked his cock away, making sure it didn’t leave any marks or stains on his shorts. What a good girl, he thought. As she sat back, a camera click went off, and he thought to himself, hed need to see who that was and get that photo. I bet she looked great.

Just then she fixed her dress, tucking her titty away before putting her head down.

“Come on let’s get that drink” he said as he stood up, and took her by her hand. The small crowd dispersed, a few guys still holding their phones, guilty of having taken some of those photos she no doubt heard. And he nodded to them.

“ ‘Scuse me boys I need to get a drink. Gotta rehydrate after giving up so much fluid” he said with a wink as he towed Imogene up, out of the room, down to the basement, and to the ‘bar’. A folding table with some beer on it, cups, liquor, and a keg sitting in ice in a baby poool. While rap remixes thrummed through the air. A large group of people dancing under black lights and color strobes.

He grabbed two cups and had the boys quickly fill them with some cold beer

“Do you dance” he asked a she leaned close to her ear to be heard over the loud music

 

[monique_minx]

Imogene fixed her dress as she stood up with him, the make up hiding how embarrassed and pale she was. She followed him, her hand in his, down to the basement. Her heel clicking on each step though the sound faded as they descended into a nightclub atmosphere where music was thrumming so loudly she could feel it in her feet.

She stayed close to Sam as he led her through the bodies towards the makeshift bar. Imogene looked around as Sam got two cups for them both and she accepted hers from him with a small, appreciative smile. She sipped it, washing the taste of his semen down her throat as he leaned closely so she would hear his question. Could she dance? Yes. Did she dance? No one had ever really asked her to.

"Oh, um, not...not a lot." She shrugged noncommittedly, half-yelling her response in his ear.

Was he expecting to dance with her? She glanced over at the dancefloor where some of the student body were having fun, grinding on each other or twerking, she shuddered. Twerking was definitely not her thing. The most sexy dancing she'd ever done was typically alone in her room to music in front of her mirrored wardrobe. She wasn't sure how that stood up to anyone else but she was her own worst critic.