There was dried cum on Claire’s face. She slowly opened her eyes. Light was peeking out of the curtain, illuminating a body in front of her, sporting nine inches of morning wood. Claire thought it seemed incredibly dainty, but it would have to do. She leaned forward, gave the cock a lick, then another. Bodies shifted on the queen-sized bed as she started bobbing up and down, sucking eagerly. She could taste last night on the cock’s skin. She could taste her own pussy. Someone behind her was

“What do you think?” asked Claire. The leggy blonde threw a peace sign, lips pursed. She was dressed in yoga pants and a tight crop-top that exposed her abs. She was athletic, busty, and had an alluring, fox-like face. Zach dutifully snapped a picture with Claire’s phone. In the lead-up to the big game, the university paper had assigned him to shadow the cheer captain, research for a puff piece on her glamorous life. It was a glamorous. Claire charmed everyone, sweet-talking professors to