Anna lounged on her dorm couch after a long lecture, textbooks scattered everywhere, when her college buddy Hunter dropped by unannounced. "Hey, Anna," he said with that familiar grin, "we've been friends since freshman year, right? Totally platonic. So... could you give me a blowjob? No strings, just a favor between pals." Anna raised an eyebrow, her sharp wit kicking in immediately. "Platonic? Hunter, that's the flimsiest excuse I've heard. Next you'll ask for a 'friendly' handjob to seal the deal. What's got you so worked up?"
Hunter shifted uncomfortably but pressed on, his voice laced with playful tension. "Come on, it's been a dry spell. You're the only one I trust not to make it weird. Think of it as stress relief—no romance, just your mouth on my cock." Anna laughed, crossing her arms, her strong presence filling the room. "Trust me, if I do this, it's on my terms. I'm horny too, but don't expect me to be some submissive favor-granter. Deal?"
The air thickened as Anna stood, pulling Hunter closer with a confident tug. "Fine, platonic it is—for now," she quipped, her hands already working his belt. "But if your cock gets this hard from a simple ask, maybe we're both fooling ourselves." She dropped to her knees, freeing him and wrapping her lips around his hard length, her tongue teasing with expert precision while Hunter groaned, "God, Anna, you're killing me with that wit and that mouth."
Anna pulled back just enough to smirk up at him, her voice dripping with sarcasm and heat. "Platonic blowjob, remember? Keep talking like that and I'll make you beg." She took him deeper, her pussy growing wet as she felt him throb, her free hand slipping between her legs to find herself dripping with anticipation. Hunter panted, hands in her hair but not pushing, respecting her control. "You're too good at this. Your ass looks incredible from here—makes me want more than just this."
Things escalated fast; Anna rose, shoving him onto the couch and straddling him, her strong thighs pinning him as she guided his cock into her slick pussy. "You asked for platonic, but I'm horny and in charge," she said with a wicked grin, riding him with rhythmic power while they traded barbs. "Feels pretty mutual now, doesn't it?" Hunter thrust up to meet her, sweating as he gripped her hips. "Your pussy's so tight—fuck, Anna, this is better than any favor."
They moved together in a frenzy of panting and moans, Anna dictating the pace until Hunter came hard inside her, his cum spilling as she followed with her own shuddering orgasm, her body clenching around him. She collapsed against his chest, both of them slick with sweat, the room heavy with satisfaction. "Platonic my ass," she murmured, already plotting what came next.
But as Hunter caught his breath, Anna's eyes gleamed with unspoken promises for the chapters ahead.
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