Secret Date in the Sorority

Lexi ignores every rule the house wrote down. Boys aren’t allowed past the foyer, yet she pulls hers into her room, strips, and sinks onto him like the rulebook was never printed. She rides hard, hips rolling in greedy circles, her dark hair swinging across her back. Every wet slap of her ass against his thighs is louder than the policy it breaks. He grips her waist, guiding her down until she’s stuffed full, then lets her rise and drop again, faster, needier. She leans in, mouth open, begging with her body for more. When he’s close she drops to her knees and opens wide, taking every hot pulse across her tongue and cheeks, leaving her face streaked and shining in the half-light of the forbidden room.