<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/66132603c084e5780378cfa8dc78855c.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Bc0001.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Drake<br/><strong>Location:</strong>University, Fitness Center, Stairs<br/><strong>Rolls/Actions:</strong>Tease Reversal; rolled a 5! Trapped!<br/><strong>Tease:</strong>0<br/><hr/><br/>His knotted stomach stirred great fiery heat, reminding him of summer days and nights both with and without company, as his hole spasmed around being tongue-fucked. His ass was devoured. He stood on toes, trying to wiggle away, from the relentless tongue and later again from the hard as marble cock length sliding up his cheeks.<br/><br/>He felt the tip reach his pinching hole, only to linger and tease it. His exhausted hole squeezed as tight as it could but faded to weakness. The kisses up his spine led to the hand forcing his head back. He was forced to listen to that blasphemous whisper. Drake winced at Travis manhandling his cock, opening his mouth to scream, to protest, but that tongue took his into a sliding wrestle. That confused him, bringing feelings of love and intimacy, when he knew otherwise. This soccer captain was frenching him, a professor, in the afterlife with the intention of damning his soul. The aroused romantic in Drake had also despaired. He couldn't think of a way out. He didn't want one. Drake seemed to melt, about to give in to the inevitability of their passions, deeply convinced that this was a fuck worth dying for. Not moving a muscle, Drake stayed where he was. Pressed to the door. In the hands and mouth of Travis, and in his total control. That cock teasing his hole made his hole tease back, letting the tip enter him an inch, but he was so tight, so raw, it hurt a little.<br/><br/>His anal kiss pulled away, letting the tip slip out. Drake's cock pulsed more suddenly. Getting so close to blow.