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Sex Starved Sorority Girl
Kenzi Gets Whatever She Wants
Kenzi has drunk-dialed me, wanting to come over for some head. Usually, I’m the one making the 3 am booty call to my sweet Sorority Girl.
“Hurry Boo, just the sound of your sexy voice makes my dick hard.”
“Bae, I only want your face, not your cock.”
“Ok, my nose, lips, and tongue are waiting for you to sit.”
She giggles.
“K, be there in a jiffy.”
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It’s been thirty minutes and no Kenzi. I text. No response. I’m squirming. She is so fucking hot. Those pouty lips, crazy blue eyes, phat ass, and a pussy that tastes like honeysuckles.
I rub my Johnson, thinking about her when she stumbles into my dorm room. It’s Summer school. I bribed the RA with an ounce of weed for my room.
But I digress.
I’m laying on the bed, using a stack of pillows to prop my head up. Kenzi doesn’t say a word. It’s obvious she’s drunk. The sexy Sorority girl takes off her heels and climbs up on the bed standing. She dances to a personal soundtrack. All in her mind, that’s hers alone.
Kenzi is a vision of youthful sexuality, grinding, twisting her hips, and shaking her gorgeous booty. She…
