To your great surprise, the door closest to you swings open... and out steps Natasha. Even in her pajamas, which were just a pair of exercise shorts and a sports bra, the blonde-crowned woman was shockingly pretty. Her long legs tower over you, unclothed and toned to peak sexiness. She absolutely looked the part of the highly attractive sorority upper echelon. She was also well known for her high libido, and you were aware of what she thought of your stature.
Just as you hoped to slink away without being noticed, you hear Natasha's silky smooth voice murmur, "What the- Oh, fuck... Now isn't this my lucky day?" You don't have time to question what she's referring to before a warm, soft set of toes roll over you, sprawling you out so that they can cover your lower half and keep you pinned to the floor. The pressure is strong... but not so much as to hurt. It doesn't take long for her toes to retreat, lifting their weight off of you, but only so that her hand can reach down and wrap you up in her fingers.
One brief rise up later, and you're staring into Natasha's smirking face. "Jason... You're just in time." As she speaks, the sorority head retreats back into her room. "Miss South is doing an inspection of the sorority rooms today, so I hid my... private things in a closet downstairs. I thought I'd have to walk all that way to find a toy to help with my morning routine... But then you come waltzing right on into my path! Really, it saves me a LOT of trouble. Thanks for volunteering!"
You open your mouth to say, "But I'm not-" before you're interrupted by Natasha's fingers squeezing the air out of you for a moment. "Lemme introduce you to my morning routine," she continues, before closing the door back behind her... and lowering you down. You gulp as you see her other hand reaching around to pull open the front of her shorts and underwear. As you're lowered towards it, you feel that same tremor of adrenaline pumping through you before your world grows dark, warm, and humid.
Once you're in place, Natasha allows her bottoms to snap back into place, cramming you tightly against her warm, slightly damp outer lips. She's clearly already becoming aroused, and intent on having her way as a pair of fingers press against your back through her underwear. Natasha runs you against herself in a tight circular motion, each moment increasing the amount of warm, slick vaginal juices you're exposed to. You even feel your head slip past her labia for a moment before she finally gives you a chance to breath, filling your lungs with her warm, erotic scent.
You could always give in to Natasha's desire and hope that she sets you free sooner... Or you could resist and keep forcing her to do all the work.
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