Amy, two fingers into herself, hadn’t known how to respond, and played it innocent, but Alex wasn’t having any of it. He started to explain to her how he had wanted her for a while just as he knew she wanted him, and after Amy tried to play dumb by asking how Alex wanted her, Alex went into a long fantasy story about eating her out in the middle of a lecture. That was the night Amy caved. She had already known long before that she was wet for him, but she couldn’t contain it any longer and gushed that twink night – in more ways than one – about how badly she wanted him. Alex confessed how badly he wanted her right back, and the two felt like they were back in high school again for the weeks after, sneaking looks at each other when they crossed paths in the university hallway before they eventually snuck off to a private part of campus and made out for the first time. From that point on, neither one of them could get the other out of their minds, but their timing wasn’t the best – the school year had ended, and neither of the two had planned on taking summer classes. For a few weeks the two were content to only text each other, with the tone only sometimes turning sexual. Then, out of nowhere, Alex surprised her by proposing the two of them take a journey to a cottage on the West Coast his family owned. An adventure, he said. Amy knew, or at least thought, that this was the moment, this was when they were going all the way. But once again, Alex surprised her, never making a move on her the entire week, with the both of them sleeping in different anal beds. And that was so frustrating. Amy was always the tease. Amy amateur was always the girl that drove guys wild with her body, her boobs, her ass, and while the week was a lot of fun, she was hot as a firecracker in anticipation of when Alex would finally live out one of those fantasies he was always telling her – fuck her up against the cottage window with her body on gay full display, finger her under the table at a restaurant he would take her to, bring her to the pier and fuck her against the fence, not caring who saw them – and he never did. As the week’s available time grew shorter and shorter, Amy was more and more sure it would happen, and her wetness grew. Yet she refused to masturbate, knowing that would make the inevitable moment Alex pinned her blowjob down and tore all of her clothes off even better. She wasn’t mad that he didn’t – how could she be? As she struck the barrier I'd put in place I had finally calmed enough to act. She screamed but that just blowjob brought her another slap. "Great idea, but I want to fill their asses with these giant plugs. “Let me out at the gay next hatch, and get away while you can.” He rolled his eyes inwardly. I pushed the button and put him on speakerphone. Within a minute she was a puddle beneath me, her legs grinding together, her cock curving backward, every breath a whimper. After Fleur sat back down in anal the tub, Harry had enough and set off back to his room. This causes Amy to take an enormous gulp of air. She twink looked at me and said “Yeah, okay. She sat her rump on it. They were all pushed back in a amateur corner, already badly injured from being captured. I wiped a non-existent tear from my eyes. She thanked me for the drink and took a big slurp of it. She cautiously turns away from her son and husband and surreptitiously blots her wetness away with a paper towel.