All Chapters of I Just Wanna Get Laid: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The vibrating wand ripped away from Quin’s clit, wrenching it away with a violent jerk and leaving her sensitive nerve endings crying out in the cool air of the booth. Quin’s hips gave an involuntary jerk, her body demanding the friction that had suddenly been denied to her in the aftermath of her orgasm. Before she could get her breath back, the First Man roughly pulled back on the tresses of Simone’s hair, tearing her mouth away from his cock with a wet popping noise. The cobalt glass dildo, still clenched in Simone’s hand, slipped out of Quin’s cunt, leaving her clenching tightly around nothingness. Quin sagged against the velvet wall of the booth, her chest rising and falling rapidly, the restraint on her left wrist cutting into her skin as she hung limply, drenched in sweat in her crimson latex dress.The men did not even spare her a glance. They had shifted their focus entirely onto Simone, shifting the very center of the world of the booth. Simone sucked in a breath, her lip

The second man moaned into Quin’s mouth because of the pressure of the movement of Simone’s hand up and down his cock, he finally pulled his mouth off of Quin's nipple with a wet smack and the resulting suction made Quin gasp. He did not even bother to look at Quin. Instead, his dark, half-closed eyes stared down at the floor where Simone’s hand went up and down his cock, coercing pre-cum out of him.A groan escaped his lips at the intensity of her hand job.He couldn’t help but notice that she was good at it."See that?" he rasped, his gravelly voice sounding harsh in the dimness of the booth. "The little slut wakes a hungry cock."Releasing Quin's hair and letting her head fall back to the cushioned surface, he reached down and grabbed a handful of Simone's hair near the roots. He pulled her up and Simone's scalp stung, but she managed to comply.He did not even give her time to get on her feet. He spun her around, and he pushed her forward, bending her almost double until her head

The few months between the end of her sophomore year and the middle of her junior year had passed in a blur.Quin sometimes wondered how she had managed to fit so much into such a short period.Summer had gone. She had adjusted into another semester, passed the first exams, and somehow found herself at the beginning of another break.Third year.The mere thought about it was still strange for her.It seemed like it was only yesterday that she walked into Hargrove, the nervous first-year student trying hard to keep low and not become the class genius.It didn't work.By the time she entered her third year, almost everyone in her department knew who she was.Her professors knew her name.Her classmates knew her as the one to approach whenever they faced difficulties with the topics covered in classes.Some professors even asked her questions in class without any preliminaries, already knowing that she knew the answers.She was not embarrassed about it anymore.Somewhere in those months,

He went to his knees. He gripped her thighs with his hands, spreading them apart. His hands were shaking with desire as he inhaled her scent, his groans vibrating in his chest. His fingers hooked under her panties and pulled them down to her ankles, where he left them in a heap of black lace."So fucking wet for me," he muttered as his breath was warming her moist mound. "Were you thinking about this during dinner? Making yourself wet for me?"Quin could not say anything. All she could do was nod, her hands holding his shoulders for support. She had spent her entire dinner time fantasizing about what he would do when he finally takes her.Cole did not give her any time to reply. He bent down and licked her pussy, parting her folds with the flat of his tongue. The touch made her arch her back as she felt a shock wave of pleasure. He licked her again, but this time he went deep in her pussy, tasting the slick substance inside it. He groaned in approval at the taste.His attention foc

Quin rolled on to her side and pulled her knees closer to her chest. The feeling of being rejected was bitter and cold, as well as the realization of him not acknowledging the history between them at all. She closed her eyes, but sleep did not come, they were replaced with the sense of restless heat in her body.Her hand sneaked beneath the blanket and slipped inside the smooth fabric of her shirt. She touched herself, moving her fingers in urgent, rhythmic motion, trying to recreate the phantom of the experience he gave her before. Her lips were bitten tightly, and her breath was short and sharp. It was not the same.She reached out and rubbed at her body, frantically working to recreate the illusion of the feel he had once caused her. She bit her lip, trying not to cry out from the intense pleasure that was pulsing through her, but it didn’t work. Nothing would. It was different. The climax that followed was empty and brief and left her shivering in the dark, even more alone th