Simon enjoyed the moment of uncertainty on Avery's face as he put her on display. But she swiftly warmed to the situation. Soon she was gyrating atop the table.
Was this her first time? He knew so little about her history. Had she been a wild child at his age? Had she danced atop tables at parties while dozens of frat guys hooted and hollered? Had she drunkenly fucked her way through half of campus? Perhaps this prim and proper facade only came in when she settled down as a wife and mother.
Or maybe she'd been this straight-laced as a teenager, too. After all, she had a PhD, so she must have studied hard. Maybe she'd been super serious back then, focused on academic success. Maybe it'd continued as a dutiful wife and mother. Perhaps only recently had she unleashed this lusty goddess that was currently shaking her ass at him like a stripper on the main stage.
Dr. Jennings' began to remove her clothing bit by bit. Simon had to squeeze his hands into the mattress to keep from reaching for his cock. Watching her enormous tits swing into view made him so hard that it ached. He wanted desperately to start stroking himself.
By the time she removed everything, his cock extended beyond the hem of his gym shorts and was dripping precum down his knee. Fortunately Dr. Jennings was just as equally aroused. Her jeans practically squished with moisture as she removed them.
He didn't know exactly what she wanted as she pulled him in close, but it seemed like a good idea to follow her lead. Soon she was straddling him, one leg behind him wity the other on the table. She rested a hand on the upper bunk bed to steady herself as she looked down at him.
I'm so eager, Simon. Can you see it? Can you smell it? It's all for you. Your pretty little whore soaked her pants on the way over because she was too excited to see her man and make sure that he is satisfied in a way no stupid little freshie cunt ever could,
Simon cocked an eyebrow. It hadn't been that long ago that Dr. Jennings acted as if she were doing him a favor to just look at his dick. Now she was calling herself his whore and admitting that she'd been wet for him long before she arrived. My, how tables had turned.
And still she kept alluding to the other freshman pussy he was supposed to be getting. Did she really not know he hadn't been with anyone else? Should he tell her? Or did the idea that he was fucking someone else turn her on? Maybe it awakened her competitive instincts? Perhaps he should actually find someone else. Maybe it'd inspire Dr. Jennings further if there really was a second pussy in his life.
Regardless, it seemed pretty clear what she wanted right now. "My. Pretty. Little. Whore," he repeated slowly, enunciating each syllable. "Dripping wet for me. Begging for my cock."
Simon put his right hand on the table-side ankle and slid it slowly up her calf. "My little whore," he continued. "Needs it so bad." He continued past the knee onto her thigh, now shiny and slick with her juices.
"How does my little whore taste?" he mused. He leaned in slightly and exhaled slowly. From mere inches away, he could see her labia tremble as the warm breath tickled her tender flesh. "Let's see," he warned as he brought his mouth to her pussy.
Was this her first time? He knew so little about her history. Had she been a wild child at his age? Had she danced atop tables at parties while dozens of frat guys hooted and hollered? Had she drunkenly fucked her way through half of campus? Perhaps this prim and proper facade only came in when she settled down as a wife and mother.
Or maybe she'd been this straight-laced as a teenager, too. After all, she had a PhD, so she must have studied hard. Maybe she'd been super serious back then, focused on academic success. Maybe it'd continued as a dutiful wife and mother. Perhaps only recently had she unleashed this lusty goddess that was currently shaking her ass at him like a stripper on the main stage.
Dr. Jennings' began to remove her clothing bit by bit. Simon had to squeeze his hands into the mattress to keep from reaching for his cock. Watching her enormous tits swing into view made him so hard that it ached. He wanted desperately to start stroking himself.
By the time she removed everything, his cock extended beyond the hem of his gym shorts and was dripping precum down his knee. Fortunately Dr. Jennings was just as equally aroused. Her jeans practically squished with moisture as she removed them.
He didn't know exactly what she wanted as she pulled him in close, but it seemed like a good idea to follow her lead. Soon she was straddling him, one leg behind him wity the other on the table. She rested a hand on the upper bunk bed to steady herself as she looked down at him.
I'm so eager, Simon. Can you see it? Can you smell it? It's all for you. Your pretty little whore soaked her pants on the way over because she was too excited to see her man and make sure that he is satisfied in a way no stupid little freshie cunt ever could,
Simon cocked an eyebrow. It hadn't been that long ago that Dr. Jennings acted as if she were doing him a favor to just look at his dick. Now she was calling herself his whore and admitting that she'd been wet for him long before she arrived. My, how tables had turned.
And still she kept alluding to the other freshman pussy he was supposed to be getting. Did she really not know he hadn't been with anyone else? Should he tell her? Or did the idea that he was fucking someone else turn her on? Maybe it awakened her competitive instincts? Perhaps he should actually find someone else. Maybe it'd inspire Dr. Jennings further if there really was a second pussy in his life.
Regardless, it seemed pretty clear what she wanted right now. "My. Pretty. Little. Whore," he repeated slowly, enunciating each syllable. "Dripping wet for me. Begging for my cock."
Simon put his right hand on the table-side ankle and slid it slowly up her calf. "My little whore," he continued. "Needs it so bad." He continued past the knee onto her thigh, now shiny and slick with her juices.
"How does my little whore taste?" he mused. He leaned in slightly and exhaled slowly. From mere inches away, he could see her labia tremble as the warm breath tickled her tender flesh. "Let's see," he warned as he brought his mouth to her pussy.