/soy/ - Soyjaks

Jamal’s low groan filled the small dorm room. “Enough playing, slave. Get up here.”
He didn’t wait for her to obey. His strong hands slid under her arms and lifted her effortlessly onto the bed. Serena gasped as she was pulled forward, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips until she straddled him.
he was breathing hard now, chest rising and falling in the tiny top, nipples visibly stiff against the wet material. Jamal’s hands settled on her hips, gripping possessively as he grinned up at her, white teeth flashing.
“Like this?” Serena whispered, voice shaky with a mix of nerves and arousal. She lifted the Nerf gun again, aiming the bright orange barrel playfully at his chest, then lower, dragging it down his abs until it rested right above where their bodies met.
“Exactly like this,” Jamal growled, his hips rolling up slowly.One hand slid up her back, fingers tangling in her long blonde hair as he pulled her down closer.
Jamal laughed softly, the sound deep and satisfied. His other hand squeezed her ass, pulling her tighter against him.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, eyes locked on hers. “Weekend’s just getting started… and you’re not going anywhere.”
Serena’s only answer was a soft, reluctant moan as she rolled her hips again, the toy gun still clutched in her fingers like the last silly reminder of how she’d ended up here—straddling her boyfriend’s rival in his messy dorm room, bikini-clad and dripping, ready to serve.