Exchange Student

Holly can barely keep it together when she hears the exchange student from Montreal is coming. She's been counting the days, and when Jessy finally walks through the door her grin turns pure filthy. Pants drop fast. She drops to her knees like it's exactly where she belongs, yanks his zipper, and wraps her lips around every inch. The wet sounds echo—sloppy, loud, hungry. Her tongue works him slick, spit dripping down her chin while she keeps looking up, eyes sparkling with mischief. He grunts, hips rolling, the new guy learning real quick how welcoming this place can be. When she pops off to catch her breath he lifts her, spins her, bends her over whatever surface is closest. He drives in deep, strokes long and hard, filling her again and again until the sound of skin on skin is the only thing in the room. Both of them end up wrecked and grinning. Perfect welcome.