Astrid strode across the quad like she owned it, her sharp blue eyes daring anyone to meet her gaze. Snotlout jogged up, flashing that cocky grin. "Hey, Astrid, when are you gonna ditch the scrawny guy and let a real man like me show you a good time? I'd have you begging in no time."
Astrid stopped, tilting her head with a smirk that could freeze fire. "Snotlout, the only thing you'd have me doing is laughing myself into a coma. Keep dreaming—my standards don't dip that low." The group chuckled as he deflated, but Astrid's mind was already elsewhere. She linked arms with Heather. "Dorm time. Hiccup's waiting."
Back in their shared room, Hiccup greeted her with that lopsided smile she loved. "Missed you, babe." Heather waved from her bed. "Don't mind me, you two lovebirds. I'm basically your third wheel who pays rent." Astrid laughed, pulling Hiccup close. "You're family, Heather. But tonight? We're locking that door."
The moment it clicked shut, the air thickened. Astrid pushed Hiccup onto the bed, her confidence radiating as she stripped. "You've been on my mind all day. Get that cock hard for me." Hiccup groaned, already throbbing as she wrapped her lips around him for a teasing blowjob, her tongue working magic while she stayed in control. "That's it, just like that," she purred, pulling back to straddle him briefly before flipping onto all fours. "Doggy. Now."
Hiccup entered her from behind, his cock sliding into her wet, dripping pussy. Astrid moaned, pushing back. "Harder—spank that ass." His hand cracked against her firm cheeks, making her gasp with pleasure, not submission. She buried her head in the pillows, panting as he thrust deeper, both sweating and horny. "Fuck, your pussy feels incredible," he growled. Astrid shot back wittily between moans, "And don't you forget it—keep going or I'll take over." They built to a frenzy, her ass reddening from his spanks, juices dripping down her thighs as she came hard around his cock.
Just as Hiccup neared his own release, the door swung open. Heather froze, eyes wide but unfazed. "Whoa—sorry! I thought you said—wait, is that spanking? Astrid, you legend." Astrid lifted her head from the pillows, smirking confidently even mid-thrust. "Heather, a little privacy? Or join the commentary?"
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