Somewhere in the back of her mind, she registered that he was getting close. Kit had stopped thrusting into her, his hands gripped tightly in an effort to get as much of his cock into her as possible. She could feel the familiar sensation of his penis throbbing, signifying his imminent climax, his hips and balls drawn up tight against her slick entrance.

However, at the front of her mind was the book she had been assigned to read, and there was no reason she couldn't satisfy Kit while also getting her homework done. The evening had begun as a mutual study-session, but not long after she arrived, Kit asked for some "stress relief"... as he always did. She had already told him that if he wanted to fuck her, he didn't need claim a pretense that she was there to help him study. Old habits die hard, she supposed.