Zach sighed as he leaned back on the soft living room couch, his eyes trained on his classmate, Dylan. The scent stood out horribly against the visual – there were mismatched panties, bras, boxers, and other garments littering the tub and floor, even a thong hanging from the shower head. Sex There was no way he could give in to such an anticlimactic orgasm after everything he’d already been through. “Yeah, no, I get it. “Are you done in there?”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry.” He stepped to the side, then cleared his throat. “Are you done in there?”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry.” He stepped to the side, then cleared his throat. “Should’ve listened.” Then she strutted away in her tight blue jeans and black high heels, without so much as a single stumble. He craved more, and she answered his prayers quickly with another blow. “Such a good little slut, taking it so well for me. “On the floor,” she hissed. His body, however, refused to cooperate. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” he growled, and now the crowd around them was beginning to dissipate as the drinkers and smokers backed away, scared to be involved in what was quickly about to become a police case. He thought maybe he passed out, but he was never sure. He could feel her undoing the belt keeping
