Jonah chews on the inside of his lip, slowly rotating the toy in his hand by the grip and looking closely at the pink pop of the pussy lips inside, at the tight furl of the Brenn’s asshole. He’s sitting on the windowsill in the tower and leaning back against the stone arch, one of his legs hanging down and the other extended. His cock is half-hard even before he slides his two fingers into his mouth, sucking them onto his tongue and soaking them with saliva, getting them nice and wet.
The fucking asshole is standing on the green and doing his fucking exercises, slowly extending one leg outward and standing on the other, helping himself balance with both hands on his stave.
“Well, let’s see you balance now, you officious prick,” Jonah murmurs to himself, and spits on the pretty open part of Brenn’s pussy in the mirror toy. The mage goes slightly off balance, kicking out his leg, and Jonah grins to himself as he watches his skirts shift, then slowly slides his fingers inside. Fuck, but it’s warm inside, warm and tight, and even more satisfying than the sensation of it is the beautiful sight of Brenn stumbling.
Jonah drags his fingers around the inside of the pussy’s hole, feeling it start to get wet immediately, even before he flicks his thumb nail over the little bud of Brenn’s clit, watches it jump. He means to draw it out, but he just can’t resist, feeling the texture of the inside of Brenn’s pussy, how fucking eager and greedy it is even though the man himself is an uptight bastard.
Loosely fisting over his own prick, he lines the toy up and sinks inside, and he quietly moans at the welcoming tightness all around him, at the eager clench of Brenn’s pussy. Down on the green, he watches Brenn stumble, and he hears the noise of him moaning carry on the air up toward him. When he turns, casting around for whoever’s doing this to him, Jonah can see how red his cheeks are going, how embarrassed he is.
Jonah slowly twists the toy around his prick, and then slams it down, burying his cock inside to the hilt inside it: Brenn yelps, falling to the floor on his hands and knees, and Jonah laughs softly to himself as he pulls the toy up and then fucks hard inside it again. It’s fucking perfect, fucking exquisite, the tight wet clench of the toy around his prick, already so wet, so wanting, and now Brenn is crying out with his hands pulling at the grass, his stave thrown to the side as some of the other students rush over to see if he’s okay, to see what’s wrong with him.
He can see Brenn shaking his head, see him trying not to answer as he crawls helplessly toward the building, obviously wanting to get back to his room, to get some privacy as his perfect hole is spread wide around a cock that’s, Jonah flatters himself, probably bigger than any he’s taken before, especially recently.
Grinning, Jonah speeds up the movement of his wrist, groaning and tipping his hips up and into the clench of the toy – he doesn’t close his eyes, doesn’t need to imagine anything, because what he gets to see is Brenn on the floor and whining into his hands, his ass in the air as he silently presses back for more.
“Slut,” Jonah whispers, laughing, and then moans as Brenn’s pussy clenches and flutters around him – the slut is fucking coming from this.
Of course.
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