![]() This was the most turned on I had ever been in my life. I snapped into action, threw her legs over my shoulders, and slid home. The girl whose mouth my manhood currently inhabited and whose name I had forgotten gave a moan of approval. To my knowledge I'd never had anyone watch me hook up, but apparently I loved it. Joe and not even take a glance at the insanely attractive brunette sleeping in the bed just a few feet away is beyond me. How I had managed to stumble into the room dressed like a wasted G.I. She had just done what science had failed to do since the dawn of Adderall. And she wasn't just watching, she was staring right at me and licking her lips with a look that sent shivers through my entire body, instantly causing me to become rock hard. That's when I looked over and noticed her roommate lying on her side in bed, watching us. 4 she hadn't lost a bit of her energy.Īs she violently bobbed her head, desperate to breathe life back into my dick, I considered telling her to stop and throwing in the towel. She had obviously dealt with her fair share of beer penis over the years, and was pulling out all the stops to make absolutely sure she got laid. For the better part of a half hour I struggled valiantly, switching between receiving a seriously impressive blowie from this incredibly understanding woman and thwacking my soft dong between her legs in search of an entryway. We silently strategized what to try next with sign language as she repeatedly reminded me with one finger across her lips that I had to be quiet so we wouldn't wake up her roommate. My epic battle with whiskey/Adderall dick continued. She was a smoking hot drunk 8, probably a sober 7, but even as she orally embraced my balls I couldn't remember her damn name. She was as naked as the day she was born, with black and green stripes painted up and down both arms, and eye black, which was smudged down her face thanks to alcohol and party sweat. I was wearing a camouflage bandana around my forehead, and combat boots. and my face was painted like Charlie Sheen's in Platoon. Adderall dick is a real problem with no known cure. Is it Kimmy? Kristen? My mind raced as I took her pants off with one hand and tried to wake my dick up with the other. I was at least fourteen drinks and 20 millis of Adderall deep, so my brain and dick were in full mutiny against me. I frantically pulled out and rolled over off her, but the damage was done. I erupted like Mount Vesuvius inside her, awkwardly staring over at Monte with a look of horror on my face while I came. “Daddy is home!” he yelled right as Britney slapped my ass. She must've been able to feel me getting close, because she looked me in the eye and whispered sweetly, “Make sure you pull out.” I was trying to time my exit and hold the money shot as long possible with my remembrance of American history when, at the exact same second I got to Reagan on my list of presidents, Monte drunkenly stumbled in the door. I was getting close to a penile volcanic eruption, so I tried to occupy my mind by reciting the presidents of the United States I could remember. I put both my hands above her shoulders and locked my arms out, basically in push up position, giving myself a solid view of her boobs as they bounced from my super speed pelvic humping, and conveniently distancing myself from her nonstop shrieking of my name. “I can what?” I asked like the complete fucking dumbass I am. After she finished a few minutes of dry handjob pumping during a makeout session with too much tongue, she slid off her thong and said, “You can if you want,” with one eyebrow raised and an innocent smile on her face. We were both freshmen, we were both shitfaced, and we both wanted something good to tell our friends the next day. Miyagi, I lacked experience, but possessed raw talent. After locking eyes across the crowded dance floor she wiggled her way over to me, and just a few songs later we stumbled out the door toward my dorm. She was a skinny, tan, blonde Kappa and I badly needed to tap that. In the middle of a spring rush party at the Alpha house, I ended up in a heated sexual dance off with a girl named Britney. It had even become the norm to get some mid party action, like a dance floor over the pants handjob (OTPHJ). By the spring of my freshman year I was so used to closing on girls that if I didn't end up back in my bed post party with a 7 or better I considered the night a failure.
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