The bourbon flowed freely in our cramped dorm, turning our usual banter electric. Alex, the swim team captain with that male-model jawline, shuffled the cards with a cocky smirk. "Strip poker it is, college boy. But new rule: hard-on means you drop and suck the winner off. Deal?" I fired back, "Only if you can handle losing to a freshman who’s seen your speedo pics online." We stripped layer by layer between laughs and bad hands, skin flushing under the cheap lamp. My pulse hammered when I lost the final round—my cock sprang hard, betraying me instantly. "Rules are rules," Alex purred, voice low and teasing. Horny as hell, I sank to my knees, gripping his ass while delivering the blowjob he demanded. His cock throbbed thick in my mouth, wet and dripping as I worked it. He was sweating, panting, body flexing like a Greek statue. I felt my own ass clench, my pussy aching in sympathetic heat, dripping with need. He came hard, cum flooding my tongue in hot pulses, both of us left panting and glistening.
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