“It won’t be hard long,” you promised, burying your length in the squirming freshman.
His cherry was tight, pink, and it surrendered to you only when you applied a bit of force. You could already see his meager cock soften as you sank in, no doubt grazing that pretty spot most boys pretend they don’t have.
“You don’t need to play with it,” you promised, “I can make you cum down here…”
Eyes rolling back, the twink began to moan. Your cock had that effect on pledges. Pretty soon he’d be a simpering mess of flesh, completely focused on the pleasure in his pussy.
“Thank me when you cum,” your balls kissed his rump, signalling the rougher part of the fuck was about to begin, “and I may give it to you twice.”
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