Astrid strode across the Duke quad like she owned it, her confident gaze sending freshmen scattering. Snotlout jogged up, flashing that cocky grin. 'Astrid, babe, when are you ditching that scrawny Hiccup for a real man like me? I'd treat that ass right.'
Astrid arched a brow, voice sharp as a blade. 'Snotlout, your ego's bigger than your brain. Keep dreaming—my standards start above 'annoying flirt.' Now scram before I make you nervous with one look.'
Heather laughed beside her, linking arms. 'He's persistent, but you're ice cold. Hiccup's lucky.' They headed to the dorm, the popular crew's laughter echoing.
Inside, Hiccup waited, eyes lighting up. 'Missed you.' Astrid pulled him close, whispering, 'Show me.' Clothes hit the floor fast. She dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, tongue working his hard cock until he groaned. 'Fuck, Astrid, you're killing me.'
'Good,' she smirked, standing strong. They moved to the bed, her on all fours in doggy style, head buried in pillows. Hiccup thrust into her wet pussy, spanking her ass with rhythmic slaps. 'Harder,' she demanded, panting, 'Don't hold back.' He pounded deeper, cock slick with her dripping arousal, both sweating and horny as hell.
'Your pussy feels incredible,' he gasped, spanking again. Astrid moaned, pushing back, 'That's it—make me come.' They built to a frenzy, bodies slamming, until the door swung open. Heather froze, eyes wide. 'Whoa—sorry! But damn, Astrid, even getting spanked you look in charge.' Astrid lifted her head, unfazed and confident, a wicked smile playing. 'Heather, join the party or close the door. Your choice.' The air crackled with unfinished heat.
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