Thin rays of morning sunshine peered into Korey 's darken room. He rolled onto his face and rummaged across his nightstand to obtain his phone. With an effortless click, he turns on the display to point that it is a small bit after 6. Groaning, he sits up and retrieves his glasses. As he makes his way to his bathroom, he fixes his dimout curtains.

Hot, refreshing water cascades down his book binding as he leans against the wall. He wants the warming embrace to last forever, but eventually the water turns to a frigid common cold. Wrapping a plush towel around his waist as he leaves the steam filled john. He carefully makes his way to the kitchen and starts the coffee bean maker, before heading back upstairs to get dressed.

He puts on a pair of dungaree and a tight, form fitting compressing shirt. At 180 pounds, he wasn't the swelled guy in the world, but he consistently worked out and it showed. In high shoal, he competed in football, hand-to-hand struggle and path and field of operation which he held multiple school track record in.

Silently, he heads back downstairs to the kitchen where he pours a steamer cup of coffee. Standing with his spine to threshold, he scrolls through the news program on his tab. 15 minutes qualifying before he hears the light footfalls of his roomie coming down the stairs.

"goodness morning, Korey,"she proclaims enthusiastically as she pours herself a cup of coffee.

"goodness morning, Sarah,"he answers as he turns to present her.

Her hazel tree eyes receive his as they look at each other. Sarah may ingest been his roommate, but Korey had fallen in making love with her as soon as they had met for the first fourth dimension. He loved the way her hazel colored optic twinkled when she was excited. She laughs drawing him out of his thoughts.

"Staring again. I have got division at 10, You ?"she asks as drop curtain her now empty-bellied mug into the sinkhole.

"Sorry. I have course of study at 11. Do you desire a ride ?"He asks, feeling slightly embarrassed that he had once again been caught staring at her.

"Yes,"she answers as she sashays out of the kitchen.

Her leging left minuscule to the imagination as he stared at her shapely ass. He felt his knickers begin to camp out as origin rushed to his cock. Blushing, he rushed upstairs. He was heedful not to pass Sarah as he burst into his room. His turncock was now as toilsome as iron and as straight as an arrow. He removes a belittled box from one of his nightstand drawers. Opening the box, he removes two span from inside the box. Despite knowing it was wrong, he couldn't help himself and had taken a wakeful pink lace boyshorts from Sarah's dirty washables.

The former pair was a smooth, slick regal purple bikini-style he had bought at the campus store. He removes his pants, wrapping the silk panties around his thick cock and bringing the other up his nose. He inhales deeply, smelling the lavender body wash Sarah frequently used along with the crisp feeling of sour green Malus pumila that was her perfume. He was in virginal blissfulness as began to stroke his hammer.

Slowly he feels the edge starting signal to closer as he prepares to cum, but suddenly the doorway is dispose open. Shocked, he turns to see Sarah standing in his doorway. Her eyes not only have lost their twinkle, but are rapidly displaying the emotions she is feeling. Shock, disgust, and hatred news bulletin across her face before she turns and shuts the door.

"Dammit,"he says out loud to himself.

He regrets forgetting to lock the door and wants to apologize, but knows its already too late to do so. Feeling disgusted with himself, he pulls up his drawers and leaves the house. He knew he had quite possibly just ruined not only his friendly relationship, but his luck of asking her out on a date. After what feels like an eternity of drive, he pulls into the school parking lot.

Reaching into the baseball glove compartment, he grabs his deodourant and puts some on along with some cologne. He grabs his bag from the gage behind and heads to the talking to hall. 3 hours later, the lecture ends and he slowly makes his way to his car. A lone figure is leaning against the passenger room access with their vertebral column to him.

Long, wavy auburn colored hair tells him that it is Sarah. He clicks the unlock button on his key fob as a chirp sounds. She climbs into the car without looking at him. He sits in drivers seat and starts the car. A throaty growling sounds as the V8 engine comes to biography. He carefully backs the car out of the parking blank space.

"It's ok,"Sarah announces 10 arcminute into their drive, surprising him.

"Huh,"he stupidly replies.

"We all have illusion,"she says as she pats his berm,"I am not upset or mad, surprised maybe."

She begins to gently knead his shoulder, before gracefully brushing her hand down his arm. She could feel his muscles as she continued brushing his arm towards his hand. She stops briefly to guide light-headed circles on his forearm, before continuing. She carefully and silently removes her seatbelt.

"For example,"she declares as she stops moving towards his hand.

In a single fluid question, she pulls his cock out his pant. A startled pant escapes his lips as he tries to focus on the road. Without missing a beat, she ducks under his arm and wraps her warm, velvety mouth around the tip of his prick. The wiz causes him to serve and nearly crash, but he regains control.

He manages to stay fresh his eyes fixed on the road as she bobs up and down slightly. Her hot, humid breath makes him groan in pleasure. She slowly takes more of thick, pulsating cock. He groans as she continues to pull in short dock. She removes his cock with an audible pop before engulfing his hammer entirely. The suddenness causes him to slam on bracken, before he regains ascendence and continues driving. He was now glad he decided to conduct the less busy country road home instead of the highway.

She rapidly bobs up and down, gaging as she takes his intact phallus in her mouth. Her moans begin to fill the car as he feels her body begins to rock. He didn't need to look down to get it on she was fingering herself. She slows down and takes long, placid dock.

He groans in pure uninhibited desire as he feels the atmospheric pressure building. She briefly as her own flood tide rips through her dead body. She starts again with a fiery passion as he knew he was about to go over the edge.

"I am-,"he starts but is unable to polish off as he feels himself blowing his load into her rima oris. She stuffs his entire hammer down her throat as she begins to take in every last drop of cum from his peter. He just barely manages to deplume into the driveway of their place. She weaves her way back under his arm. Her make-up had run and she had drops of cum on her Kuki-Chin, but he saw something knew in her eyes, Passion.

She smiled at him, opened the door and exited the car. Just before shutting the threshold, she stooped over and threw a duet of linden tree green panties at him.

"come and see me later,"she said with wicked grin as she shut the door.

He remained unmoving for several minutes as tried to gather himself. Finally he fixed his pants, shut off the car, and left with the panties. He unsure where this was going, but he could tell he was going to enjoy it .