Look, I'm a guy. This goes with owning a penis," Evan said and laughed.Adonia smiled and relaxed a bit."You do this often?" Depends on what you mean b...y 'often'. But, yeah, maybe 3 times a week," Evan answered, again lying. He and Claire had a great sex life and he never had the urge to stroke his own penis. That is until today.Adonia sat on the couch. Her eyes fell on his crotch. Evan walked over and sat next to her."So, uhm, how much did you see?"Adonia blushed a little and said, "Quite a bit.. ”“I just wanted dick,” I said, the vodka making me way too honest.However, those words got a better response than I could have ever hoped for.He had this look in his eye, not quite anger and not quite bitterness, but with force and dark desire displayed in his pupils.His hands closed around my hips, seeming to reach all the way around and hold me in place, and my thin chemise did nothing to halt his touch.Fingertips raced across my skin. His lips touched mine and I felt his shadow blocking out. She was pretty damn perceptive.The first class of the new term was our non-pre-med class, 'Western Civilization.' I went early to claim two seats for us in the center of the second row, but was pleasantly surprised to find her already there, sitting in 'our' usual lecture hall location.She was wearing the same orange UT sweatshirt she'd worn when we were grading papers in Chattanooga. Was it a subtle but calculated reminder of our pleasant afternoon together? Dare to dream...As I approached she. I started pushing it in faster, hit my cervix every time. As I fucked my cunt, I thought about that Mexican cock pounding my tight pussy hard. I felt myself building up to climaxing, but I didnt want to give in just yet.I thought about him kissing and nibbling on my neck, with his sexy full lips. Hearing him say, “Come for Papi,”, in the back of my mind, pushed me to the point of no return.I reached back into my nightstand and pulled out my 8 inch vibrating dildo. Turning it on the max speed, I.