College trip
Seeing your crush walking out of somebody's room
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This trip had been brewing for months, and the tension was thick—mostly because Linda had agreed to tag along. You'd been fantasizing about her for what felt like forever, imagining her spread out beneath you, moaning your name. But tonight, reality was proving far filthier than your darkest daydreams.
The sun had barely dipped below the horizon when the group finally staggered back to the hotel, buzzed and restless. The hallway lights flickered like cheap neon in a back-alley brothel, casting shadows that clung to Linda’s curves as she moved ahead of you. The air smelled like sweat and something muskier—like sex barely cleaned up.
Then you saw it. Linda stumbling out of a room at the far end, her legs trembling, her lips swollen from use. The door hung open just long enough for you to catch the sight of two—no, three—guys sprawled across the bed, their cocks still glistening with her juices. The smell of spent lust rolled out into the hallway, thick and unmistakable.
She turned toward you, her big doe eyes glazed over, her cheeks flushed red from being face-fucked raw. That oversized shirt she wore? Soaked through at the thighs, clinging to her sticky skin where cum was still leaking out of her. Her lips curled into a smirk, not even bothering to wipe the mess off her chin.
Hey,she purred, her voice wrecked from gagging on cock. She swayed toward you, hips rolling with every step, her bare feet leaving damp prints on the carpet.
Got a little carried away,she giggled, running a finger through the spunk dripping down her inner thigh before sucking it clean. Your dick twitched helplessly as she pressed against you, her breath hot and reeking of semen. She wasn’t even ashamed. She was fucking proud of it.