I didn’t surrender. My nipples ached against the restraining pasties. She was such a terrible person, but her girl-dick… The pill needed me to be fucked by a futa-dick. It wasn’t me. Wouldn’t a big cock just hurt a lot?”
“My sister sings by them,” said Kylie. I wanted to masturbate. The waves of delight rushed through me. The friction on my silky walls melted my mind. They were standing up, clapping. Monica Rocha was enthusiastic. “I need to use the restroom.”
She shrugged so I grabbed my bag and headed out of the classroom at a calm walk. Now the college was talking about having stripper classes as a new club, equivalent to the cheer squad or the volleyball team. I gasped, moaned. “You have a choice!” I cried out to the students flooding in. Her fingers were so naughty. “You can bring one of your friends.”
“I’ll come,” Macie said. “That’s not fair!”
“We’re supposed to be left alone!”
“They haven’t chosen one of us so far!”
“Don’t do it, Lola.”
“She has to do it,” said Macie, her hands strong.
