No. It’s nothing with you. Well, it is but it’s complicated.”“Hey, it’s just us, Sia. Anything you need.”“Anything…” Don’t, you id...ot. Don’t even think about doing this, you dumb bitch. Don’t…. Oh, Jesus Christ. “I think I need... This.” Her hand drifted between his legs, landing firmly on the flaccid bulge imprinted on the denim. “I’m sorry. That was so inappropriate. I know you probably don’t want someone like-”Before she could finish her sentence, Tye was kissing her. Deeply. Passionately.. It also telegraphed the state of her nipples, which showed through as if she wasn't wearing anything at all. As for the rest of her, she was wearing high rise panties, and was barefoot. She had just made something and put it in the oven. He could smell it, but couldn't tell what it was. There was a smudge of flour on her cheek.Bob had a secretary who was married and who didn't fool around. But she loved to tease him and she's one of the finest examples of a M.I.L.F. you could ever want to gaze. “That was cruel,” Duni chides her. Duni is much taller, visibly very fit, and also obviously from Africa—but she speaks like she was born in England, which she was. Duni is CCL’s voice of reason, but she also remembers the night of that lineup, and the party that followed. She could call it cruel, but she’d gotten head from three freshmen that night, and there are still videos circulating of her lying on the rug, climaxing over and over with a freshman tongue deep inside her.“I don’t think we. The girl tied up next to them seemed to be chanting some kind of perverse prayer as he licked and tasted every section of his victim’s skin,“Oh god please no not me don’t let him hurt me oh god no please no don’t let him not me oh god please. Her eyes were squeezed shut, trying, and failing to block out the cries of terror in the room, and he reached a hand out to squeeze her breast. She continued to pray, ignoring his touch or too terrified to notice, and his attention went back to the girl.