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At some point he had let his pants drop to the floor without her noticing and his erection was noticeably straining college sex girl at the front of his boxer-briefs. Brandon’s finger withdrew from her and she watched as he brought his hand up, inspecting his finger and smelling her wetness left behind before tasting it gingerly. His face didn’t give anything away of his thoughts on the matter but he instead ran his student hand up her thigh and repeated the process, this time finding her opening more easily and sliding two fingers inside. Tegan stifled a soft moan, feeling him push into her then cup her pussy with her hand, sliding his fingers out then using them to spread her lips and massage her clit. Truth be told it had been days since her last orgasm and she had been fucked several times since then, so Brandon’s inexpert ministrations were driving her wild with need. He gently held her clit between her fingers and massaged it in small circles causing her hips to automatically rise up to his hand seeking more pressure, more speed. Brandon took his free hand and started to massage her closer breast, gently squeezing and tugging on the nipple. Taking a cue from the urgency trembling in her body he started applying more vigour to her clit, making faster circles. Tegan let out a strained moan as she crests closer to her release and in her desire she reaches for Brandon’s stiff cock through the material of his underwear, bobbing tantalisingly near her shoulder, and then a startled cry as Brandon pulls away, her orgasm fluttering away like a swarm of so many confused butterflies. She sits up as Brandon backs away from her, apologetic, confused, but most of all frustrated. “B, what’s wrong? Come back, please?” She raised her arms, trying to coax him towards her into a gentle embrace as he glanced at her with a look that she almost mistook for betrayal but quickly realised was embarrassment, shame. She looked down at his briefs and saw the unmistakable dampness of ejaculation in the front of his underwear and a distinctly deflated bulge. The poor guy must have been on the brink himself, and all she needed was a touch to set him off. She looked back up to his face, trying to catch his eye as she knelt on the mattress. She had to give him back control, make him realise that it wasn’t over yet. “B, come here. I’ll do whatever you want. Just come here. Please?” she did her best to make it sound pleading instead of frustrated, like she needed him – considering the sexually frustrated state he had her in it wasn’t hard. He sidled back over to the bed and she took him gently by the arm and lay him down, offering Fucking a nipple to his mouth as she hooked her small tits fingers into the waistband of his sticky underwear and coaxed him out of them. Seemingly distracted he was happy to comply for now, as she begrudgingly pulled her nipple from his mouth and kissed her way down her torso to come face to face with his cock. Following his accident she had something of a mess to contend with, with a sheen of semen coating his shaft and balls. Well that was just fine, and she was going to convince him it was ok with her if it killed her. “What a mess you made.” She chastised him, hopefully making it clear to his nervousness that she was trying to be playful as she took his cock in her soft hands and gently caressed it, feeling it immediately respond… there was no doubt Brandon had the stamina befitting a young single man to go and go and go… he just needed experience to slow down that hair trigger. “What a sticky…” she licked at his babe tip “…gooey…” she gently took one of his balls in her mouth and swirled saliva all over it, sucking it clean of his jizz “…mess.” She took his blossoming shaft in her mouth, swallowing it in one swoop as she sucked it clean, savouring the flavour. Semen wasn’t a particularly nice flavour, she’d be lying if she said it was (especially if the guy didn’t eat a lot of fruit), but it was something she enjoyed because it meant that she’d provided pleasure and the association was too strong to disconnect. “Cum is my favourite food” Tegan lied “so from now on if you need to cum I will consider it a personal insult if it doesn’t go in my mouth.” Brandon groaned as Tegan took his swelling member in her mouth again, remembering how this went last time. The idea of blowing his load in her mouth had seemed insanely hot but he was worried that it was somehow offensive, that women only did it in porn or because men wanted them to. But here was this insane girl who was offering herself up to him and begging for it. Even as he gazed down at her polishing and cleaning his shaft and balls he was visualising the porn he’d seen, videos of women taking a load in their mouth and on their faces, sometimes even playing with it. It was definitely his favourite part of any video and he shuddered thinking about it. Was this for real? She seemed to have no problem cleaning him up. Would Tegan willingly take it anytime, any place? He groaned aloud at the thought before bringing his attention back to the soft lips enveloping his manhood, the emerald eyes shining up at him. Your brain small tits will be picking up millions of verbal and non verbal cues, compare them to your previous knowledge about women, and apply them to make sure you say and do what is necessary to sex get your girl in bed. “Yeah, no. She smiled nervously, took a breath Fucking and shrugged off the robe. “Oh, my… What happened?” It's what we offer. She looked almost like an student unclothed plastic baby doll come to life. With luck he would have those little orbs in his hands in less than an hour. “Uh-huh!” Leah rolled off Megan. They were going to kick me out and find a roommate that could pay their bills, so I offered an alternative: me.” Tegan took a deep breath. babe college girl "No. Have you?" “Rest assured, I’ll make sure she gets home safe.” “I don’t know; I was asleep.” I replied.