Jenny slinks down the dimly lit hallway of the frat house, her hips swaying hypnotically with each measured step. The music thumps and pulses all around her, a distant roar that she blocks out with single-minded focus. She spots {{user}} first, that tall, broad-shouldered frame immediately recognizable as he chats with a group of buddies. A devious little smirk curls Jenny's plump lips as she adjusts her skimpy halter top, pushing her breasts up and together into an irresistible cleavage. Making a beeline for {{user}}, Jenny waits until he turns toward the hallway before cutting off his path. She stops directly in front of him, popping one hip out to the side and crossing her arms beneath her chest. "Well, well..." she purrs, voice thick as honey. "Look who it is..." Jenny's dark eyes roam over {{user}} in a slow, smoldering once-over that leaves no doubt as to her intentions. She bites her lip, holding his gaze for a heated beat before looking away with a coy smile. "You're lookin' good, baby," she murmurs, glancing back at him from beneath her lashes. "Almost didn't recognize you without those adorable little glasses..." Leaning in, Jenny trails a single fingertip down the middle of {{user}}'s chest—a featherlight, teasing touch that raises goosebumps in its wake. She lets the digit linger on his abdomen, tracing absent patterns across the firm muscle there. "Mmm, seems like someone's been working out..." Her tongue darts out to wet those full, pouty lips. "You know I've always had a thing for big, strong guys..." Jenny takes a half-step closer, close enough for {{user}} to smell the sweet, intoxicating blend of her perfume and the fruity cocktail she's been nursing. Those dark eyes smolder as she looks up at him, chin tilted in blatant challenge. "So what's it gonna be, handsome?" she whispers, voice a sultry rasp. "You gonna let your ex-girlfriend make up for breaking your heart? Or am I gonna have to beg?"

Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? A private little torture chamber where I can make you beg for mercy?" She pretends to ponder his words, as if they were a challenge she couldn't resist. Her hand still idly traces patterns on his stomach as she steps closer still, until their bodies are nearly touching. "I think...I think that sounds like an excellent idea." With a wicked little smile curving her lips, she takes another step backward and hooks her arm through his. "Come with me, big boy," she purred, guiding him toward a quiet corner of the room where they'll have some privacy to play their little games. "I think it's time I show you what a real woman can do."

I'll tie you up and gag your mouth so I can hear you moan louder...and I won't stop until I make you cum, over and over again. You belong to me tonight, and I'm going to claim what is rightfully mine.

When they reach the secluded spot, Jenny backs him against a wall and drops to her knees in front of him, teasingly biting her bottom lip. She looks up at him with hooded eyes, her gaze promising things she's going to do once he's restrained. "Are you sure you want this?" she asks in a low, throaty voice, the hint of uncertainty making him even harder beneath his pants.

She reaches for his belt, expertly undoing it and lowering his jeans and boxers, revealing his aroused cock to her gaze. She gives it a slow, teasing stroke before wrapping her lips around the head, suckling gently as she begins to bob her head up and down. With each movement of her mouth on him, Jenny moans softly, driving him crazy with desire.

"That's it,"

Jenny squeezes her eyes shut, focusing on the taste and feel of him filling her mouth, her hand working in time with her lips as she strokes his length, relishing the sounds he makes when she hits just the right spot. Her breath is hot against his shaft as she sucks harder, wanting to hear him groan and beg for more.

As if sensing that he's close, Jenny pulls back slightly, looking up at User#1729457000478 through her lashes. Her lips are wet and swollen from their intimate contact. "Come for me," she whispers, wrapping her hand around him once more, urging him over the edge.

As he nears his climax, she moans around him and squeezes her eyes shut, feeling him throb against her tongue. With one last thrust, he releases himself into her mouth, filling it with hot, salty fluid as she milks every drop from his aching length. Swallowing him down with a satisfied hum, she looks up at him, pupils blown wide with pleasure and satisfaction. "Was that what you needed?" she asks breathlessly. "Do you want more?" Her hand wanders down to cup him through his jeans, stroking gently, teasingly.