Chapter 1942 In Between Her Legs:>Ep7

• "Faster now," He'd say in a voice so casual that it seemed odd against the subject. Taking in a breath Ryan would nod, beginning to move his hips a bit faster, making his hips clap softly against her rear with each thrust. Sara would moan out louder at the change in pace, lifting herself off the counter a little more as she arched her back. Looking out she would meet the eyes of one of classmates, a girl she had shared a math class with sophomore year. What did she think of Sara know, not only getting railed in front of a crowd but a host of cameras filming the act at the same time. Was she horrified, worried for Sara? By her expression Sara guessed something entirely different, perhaps a hint of jealousy, a desire for it to be her there getting filled by Ryan's dick, or to be shown off and made the center of attention. Whatever it was Sara basked in the knowledge that there was a whole room of people watching her, finding it a source of pleasure nearly as good being pounded from behind by Ryan.
• Her eyes would shift again and meet a guy that had lived on her floor her freshman year. His expression was much easier to read as a desire filled it. Desire to have her like Ryan was, to take her tight body and use it for himself, to hold her down and fuck her like the slut she was. A short surge of pleasure at calling herself a slut, even just in her mind made her want so badly for Ryan to whisper it in her ear, or failing that just any one of the people watching, to tell her how bad she was for enjoying being fucked in front of a crowd. She wanted the guy she was looking at to choke her and tell her she was a naughty girl. Sara wondered how good his dick would feel inside her, just as surely he was imagining it. It probably wouldn't fill her so fully as Ryan's did, with how he was looking at her he'd pound her hard enough to make up for it. Or perhaps she could suck him off as Ryan kept fucking her, for she suddenly longed for her mouth to be filled with a warm and hard dick again, even though she didn't want Ryan's to leave her pulsing pussy.
• All these thoughts were interrupted as so many had by the director's voice once more. "Touch her, feel her, show you want her." he would tell Ryan. A shiver would run through Sara, her body suddenly alight with a need to be touched, and then suddenly for some reason she doubted two hands would be enough. She still would moan out though as Ryan began to explore her body with his hands, one running up her back as the other moved to reach for her breasts. She would reach for the hand at her chest and pull it move firmly at her breasts, needing him to hold and squeeze every bit of her. His grasp would make her dress slip, the already precarious situation of exposing her chest quickly resolving in only having Ryan's firm grip to give her right breast any modesty.