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As he makes his way to his teasing bathroom, he fixes his blackout curtains. Hot, refreshing water cascades down his back as he leans against the wall. He wants the warming embrace to last forever, but eventually the water turns to a frigid cold. Wrapping a plush towel around his waist as he leaves the steam filled bathroom. He carefully makes his way to the kitchen and starts the coffee maker, before heading back upstairs to get dressed. He puts on a pair of jeans and a tight, form fitting compression shirt. At 180 pounds, he wasn’t the biggest guy in the world, but he consistently worked out and it showed. In high school, he competed striptease in Football, Wrestling and Track and Field which he held multiple school records in. Silently, he heads back downstairs to the kitchen where he pours a steaming cup of coffee. Standing with his back to door, he scrolls through the news on his tablet. 15 minutes pass before he hears the light footfalls of his roommate coming down the stairs. “Good morning, Korey,” she proclaims enthusiastically as she pours herself a cup of coffee. “Good morning, Sarah,” he answers as he turns to face her. Her hazel eyes meet his as they look at each other. Sarah may have been his roommate, but Korey had fallen in love with her as soon as they had met for the first time. He loved the way her hazel colored eyes twinkled when she was excited. She laughs drawing him out of his thoughts. “Staring again. I have got classes at 10, girls You?” she asks as drops her now empty mug into the sink. “Sorry. I have classes at 11. Do you want a ride?” He asks, feeling slightly embarrassed that he had once again been caught staring at her. “Yes,” she answers as she sashays out of the kitchen. Her leggings left little to the imagination as he stared at her shapely ass. He felt his pants begin to tent as blood rushed to his cock. Blushing, he rushed upstairs. He was careful not to pass Sarah as he burst into his room. His cock was now as hard as iron and as straight as an arrow. He removes a small box from one of his nightstand drawers. Opening the box, he removes two pairs from inside the box. Despite knowing it was erotic wrong, he couldn’t help himself and had taken a light pink lace boyshorts from Sarah’s dirty laundry. The other pair was a smooth, silky royal purple bikini-style he had bought at the campus store. He removes his pants, wrapping the silk panties around his thick cock and bringing softcore the other up his nose. He inhales deeply, smelling the lavender body wash Sarah frequently used along with the crisp smell of sour green apple that was her perfume. Fucking hell; it never felt like that when James was fucking my throat back in England. Next there are nine of you that are mine, I have thirty more of my slave girls coming in from other clubs. But they said they wanted it, Ryan. Stacy noticed that her crotch was just as soaked as her friends. He moaned as another load shot out of his cock. I was having softcore to stop sucking the dick again, here and there. teasing If their girls parents find out you are in trouble, big trouble.” I’d just got erotic to the part where Amy describes how she exposed herself at a striptease waterpark in Torremolinos when Carrie re-appeared. I shook my head, trying to think through the pain. No more of that behind-my-back crap. Suddenly, I felt my balls delivering a full load of cum into Lisa's warm mouth.