The Sorority's Best Slut

Megan Rain was the exchange student nobody could touch. Eighteen and fresh on campus, she walked the quad like she owned it—tight skirts, long dark hair, the kind of face that made boys lose their footing. The other girls watched her. The professors did too. But none of them got close until the day Toby decided he would. He let the months stretch. Homework help after class, private smiles in the hallway, one slow conversation after another until her guard slipped. By winter break the door was open and they were alone in his office. Megan knelt without being told. She took him in her mouth, lips stretched tight around his cock, eyes glossy and fixed on his. Her hand worked the base in time with every thrust of her head. When she pulled off to breathe, strings of spit still connected her tongue to his head. Toby sat back and let her finish the job. She pumped him with both hands until he came hard across her cheeks and mouth. Thick ropes landed on her skin. She licked what she could reach, then wiped the rest with her fingers and swallowed that too, never breaking eye contact. Outside the office windows the quad sat empty and quiet. Inside, the new girl had earned her reputation.