Anna lounged on her dorm couch, textbooks scattered like fallen soldiers after midterms, when Hunter burst in with that familiar cocky grin. "Hey, college buddy," he said, flopping down beside her. "Got a weird favor. Strictly platonic, no strings. How about a blowjob?"
Anna raised an eyebrow, her sharp laugh cutting through the air. "Platonic? Hunter, that's the dumbest line you've tried since freshman year. You think I'm just going to drop to my knees for old times' sake? What's in it for me besides your ego?"
"Come on, it's efficient," he shot back, leaning closer with a wink. "No drama, just relief. You're the only one I trust not to make it weird. Plus, I've seen how you handle stress—maybe this evens the score."
She smirked, standing tall and circling him like a cat. "Efficient, huh? Fine, but on my terms. You're not calling the shots." Her hands found his belt as tension crackled, her witty barbs turning husky while she freed his already hard cock. "Look at that—eager much? Don't think this means you're special."
Hunter groaned as her mouth enveloped him, tongue swirling with expert tease, his panting filling the room while she stayed in control, one hand gripping his ass. "Fuck, Anna, you're too good at this," he managed between breaths, sweating under her relentless rhythm. She pulled back just enough to quip, "Told you—my rules," before taking him deeper, her own pussy wet and dripping with unexpected heat.
The build exploded into climax as he came hard, cum spilling across her lips while she milked every drop, both of them panting and glistening. Anna wiped her mouth with a triumphant grin, rising strong and unyielding. "Platonic my ass—that was anything but."
"Next time," she murmured, eyes gleaming with promise, "we see how far this 'favor' really goes."
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