Blonde Coed Sloppy POV Dark Facial

Blonde Coed POV was never supposed to go down like this, but sometimes the best moments start with a stupid dare and a locked door. My roommate swore she heard nothing, but my head was already spinning from that cheap wine we’d been sneaking all afternoon, and all I could think about was how good his hands felt sliding up my thighs, pulling me closer until my back hit the dusty mattress. The way he looked at me, dark and messy, made my pulse hammer in places I didn’t want to name out loud, and when he dropped to his knees, tugging my jeans down slow like he had all the time in the world, I just let my legs fall open, gripping the sheets as he took control. I remember staring at the cracked ceiling, biting my lip so hard I tasted copper, while every slick, wet sound echoed off those narrow walls.