Arthur and Sylvia moved to a small corner instead of going to the dorms.
"Are you sure about this?" Arthur asked, a thread of saliva glistening as he pulled his lips from hers.
Sylvia panted slightly; without a word, she kissed him again. 'Kisses taste really good.' She held his shoulders firmly, her nails literally digging into them. 'Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.'
Arthur jerked back, startled by her hand gripping his throbbing cock. "Sylvia...?"
As if realizing where her hand was, she flinched, pulling away from his hardened length.
Arthur's ragged breath filled the space between them before he guided her delicate hand back to his aching shaft.
Sylvia's eyes widened at the sheer size, but Arthur didn't stop—he dragged her palm up and down his cock, showing her how to stroke him.
A low moan escaped his lips, making Sylvia blush and avert her gaze.
"Does it feel good?" she whispered, shy yet eager.
Arthur nodded, letting her move her hand on her own, and began kissing her again.
