They think I’m a joke. Pornhub Someone coughed. “Don’t dream on her too much, babe,” Claire teased, elbowing him without looking. Her screams shook the walls as she came, hard and loud. Unapologetic. His voice cut through the feedback’s screech. “Sarah, of all people.”
At the DJ table, Emily bit her lip, curls bouncing as she shook her head. She made them rise. Her barely-there dress made her intentions crystal clear. Not just taking off the cardigan, but stepping out of it. Steve raised an eyebrow, sipping his beer, but wisely said nothing. The bass wasn’t music to the closest freshman. She owned it, every inch. “You owned that stage, Sarah.”
She looked up and kissed him—deep, fierce, real.




















