Status Updates From The Study Group

He came over to my apartment in a suit, sat across from me at the kitchen table with his large hands clasped together, and grilled me as if it was an actual job interview. And although his questions occasionally strayed off topic, (“Tell me, Ms. Hamilton, have you ever requested that a man shove his fat cock in your tight little ass, and if so please elaborate.”) he did a good job overall.

The pounding at my front door was so loud it pulled me out of my focus. “No, no, no,” I muttered as I rubbed myself, trying not to lose the spark, but a woman’s orgasm was a fleeting thing and mine was already rushing away like the groundhog after seeing its shadow.