She looks up at me quizzically, dazed and confused as I sit, propped against up against the wall that doubles as a headboard for her mattress on the floor, her eyes big and round, short dark hair around her golden face, mouth inches from my cock as though she is seeing one for the first time, which I am very sure is not the case, given her obvious earlier need, dark nipples hard beneath her white shirt and pink bra, short little legs in tight jeans parted as three weeks in a row she stood staring up at every man who seemed a possibility, every man but me, the complications of my position more than she was willing to consider, but she was shocked by the size, realized too late, her back pressed against the door of her dorm room, her legs wrapped around my back, that she could not actually fit it inside her, got off on my tongue, and my fingers, and her own fingers as I goaded her on, and now in pure mind-blown appreciation kneels between my legs and licks the head, staring into my eyes, opening her mouth wide, plunging on to me, head bobbing, hand on the shaft pumping, other hand between her legs, rocking back and forth as I watch her naked excellence, jeans, bra and shirt piled beside the mattress. I want to make her work, take her time, savor the vision of a beautiful little slut given over to her passion, ignoring all the rules and the social complications, worshipping my cock with complete set free abandon. But the seed is rising in me, clouding my mind, ready, ready, and as I explode, shooting down her throat and on to her face, I wonder why she finally picked me, decided to ignore all the complications, whether the lust and her need were just too much, or whether she just really really liked my sermon.