A closure drink. Five years ago, still in high school, she had met him online and fallen into a trance at the words he typed to her. Not like the boys...she knew. He wasn’t flirtatious. He was forceful. And she’d secretly wanted, for so long, to be forced… ‘I can still make you come harder than you thought possible,’ he told her from across the table now, and took a casual drag on his cigarette. She found her voice, and tried to put some irritation into it. ‘Don’t even start that, Mick,’ she. "My name's Nancy Spencer, and I'm a first-year Psychology student under Doctor Monroe." Yes, I know Gregory well. What can I do for you, Miss Spencer?" I screwed up my exam, Professor. A few things got on top of me - personal things, you know - and I thought I'd do okay without studying. I was wrong, and I failed it. I'm going to have to re-enrol into the first year of the course, and it's not fair. I know the material, and I know I can do better if I get another chance." Lucas leaned back in. The first gush of come shot out of my dick, catching Kim square on the bridge of the nose and coating her left eye. Moaning half in pleasure and half in disappointment, she moved a little closer and caught the second shot with her lips and tongue. That seemed to make her happy, as she let out a shrill little squeak and tilted her head back. I coated her chin with my next blast, though I was starting to slow down now. She let my come drip off her chin, down her neck, and cover bits of her. Get those clothes off now he demanded; I want to see that tight pink hole you were advertising online. I stood up and removed my shirt, shoes, sweatpants, boxers and stood in front of him fully naked. “Now, straddle my chest and face the TV, so I can play with that sweet hole.” I climbed on top of his sweaty body and bent over to give him easy access to my hole while his rock hard cock was jabbing me in the chest. He pulled his legs back into a butterfly position as he began teasing my hole.