Better Than Studying: Part 2

I purr and run my hands through my hair as I stretch, my muscles tense after what my body was just put through. Pushing me back onto the bed, your lips land on mine, and as I feel your tongue enter my mouth, you remove my blindfold. Sweet Jesus, the sight I’m witnessing brings back that warmth to my sex. I scan my eyes down your torso, your chest beading with sweat, and towards your underwear – turns out you had kept them on. The outline of your hard cock strains against them and I once again feel that anticipation in the pit of my stomach; I have to swallow as my mouth is watering just looking at it. I can’t wait to wrap my lips around it.

Better Than Studying: Part 1

“I’m sooooo bored”, I turn and say to you. We’ve been at the library for hours studying for our final exams and the sleep deprivation is finally taking its toll. “I want to do something fun! There’s only so much land law I can take before officially losing it.” I pout my lips and lie back on my swizel chair, spinning it slightly to convey my boredom. You seem oblivious to my complaints and are actually getting work done; clearly, you’re having more success than I am. Normally, I would carry on studying but in the back of my mind I’m thinking “What’s the point?” It’s the final exam, I don’t want to be here, and I know we will both pass – we’ve been preparing for months and feeling pretty confident.