STUDENT JERKING OFF IN THE DORM AND LOUDLY CUMS – DELUXEGIRL
The Deluxegirl Delivers in Dorm Room Romp
Ah, the joys of dorm life – the close quarters, the near-constant hustle and bustle, the loud and often inappropriate noises that tend to echo through the halls at all hours. It’s not for the faint of heart, that’s for sure. But for one lucky young buck, the dorms proved perfect for a private, hands-on study session.
Enter our delectable Deluxegirl, every dorm supervisor’s worst nightmare and every teenage boy’s greatest fantasy. With her lithe, leggy frame and perky, barely-covered breasts straining against the fabric of her too-tight shirt, she sashays into the dorm room, her schoolgirl skirt riding up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her pert, round bottom. She saunters over to the bed, her hips swaying seductively, and plops down with a grin. The game is on.
The students in the room next door barely pay her any mind. They’re used to her antics by now – the moans, the grunts, the rhythmic thumping against the wall. It’s almost routine at this point. But the boy she’s with today? Let’s just say he’s in for the ride of his life.
With a coy smile, she spreads her legs, giving him an eyeful of her damp, needy core. Her nimble fingers dance across her lace-covered mound, teasing her through the thin fabric. He swallows hard, his pants suddenly too tight, his brain on the verge of short-circuiting. But there’s no time to think. She crooks a finger at him, beckoning him closer.
Gone are the prudish schoolgirl airs as she grabs him by the back of the neck, pulling him in for a searing, open-mouthed kiss. Her tongue conquers his mouth, sweeping through hard and demanding. He tries to reciprocate, but she’s moved on, nipping at his jaw, his throat, leaving angry red marks on his smooth skin. She presses her body against his, grinding roughly, letting him feel the heat between her legs.
With a deft flick, she unties her bow, letting her skirt fall to the floor. The scrap of lace barely qualifies as underwear, the crotch already soaked through. She shimmies out of it, tossing it aside carelessly. Now, she’s down to just the flimsywhite shirt and a pair of ankle socks. The students in the room next door exchange nervous glances, wondering how they’re supposed to study under these conditions.
But how can they concentrate when she’s busy writhing on the bed, one hand toys with her pert nipples while the other delves between her folds? Her sighs and moans grow louder, more insistent, echoing off the thin walls. She curls her toes, arching off the bed as she delves knuckle-deep into her sodden cunt. Her fingers pump in and out rapidly, the wet, squelching sounds driving her boy wild.
And then, with a keening cry, she comes undone, her hips bucking erratically as waves of pleasure crash over her. But she’s far from done. She pats the bed beside her with a sly grin, crooking her finger again. “Why don’t you take care of that for me, baby?” she purrs, eyeing the prominent bulge in his pants.
Too far gone to resist, he frantically unzips his fly, pulling out his straining erection with a relieved groan. He slides a hand up and down, marveling at how the foreskin glides so smoothly over his sensitive flesh. She scootches closer, bringing a new set of activities to the party, her soft breasts brushing against his arm as he grips himself tighter.
Her small, delicate hands join his, and suddenly, the pleasure is almost too much to bear. She pumps him slowly, then faster, her grip just right. She twists her wrist, changing up the pressure, adding a hint of danger to the mix. Her incredibly sexy body leans into his as she brings him closer to the edge with each agonizing stroke.
He throws his head back, mouth falling open in a silent scream as the pleasure builds in his core. She works the tip like a pro, catapulting him into oblivion with a pointed wantonness. He’s so close, so very close, but she’s greedy, reluctant to let him come quite yet. She strokes faster, the wet, obscene noises almost lost in the chant of his name falling from her lips.
With a guttural roar, he finally erupts, fountaining cum into the top of his shorts. She squeezes, persevering through every last shudder and tremor, determined to wring out every last drop. She milks him ruthlessly, inching him out of the blissful release, until he goes limp and twitching in her hands.
She leans back, admiring her work with a satisfied smirk. dried cum smears her hands and his shorts as they both come down from their orgasmic highs. No words are exchanged as she rises from the bed, collecting her clothing with cool efficiency. She smirks over her shoulder as she slips out the door, leaving him hanging like a puppy dog.
The disturbance next door is already making the rounds. Urban legends speak of a girl who rocks the chastity belt, a living stereotype of temptation. Is she a succubus? A temptress from the depths of hell? Or just one perfectly normal girl with perfectly abnormal needs?
No one really knows, but the students of the dorms sure have a lot of fun speculating. One thing’s for sure – no matter how spiritual the retreat or how solemn the pledge, no one’s staying pure in the face ofDeluxegirl and her insatiable appetite. To her, chastity is just a challenge to overcome.
