Tiffany on my left, blonde hair messy, lips parted, heavy tits pressed against my arm, one leg thrown over mine. Brittany on my right, the younger, tighter version of her mom, face peaceful, hand already wrapped around my morning wood like it belonged there now.
They looked so fucking cute, so filthy, so completely mine.
I wanted to wake them up with my cock again, fill them both before breakfast, watch them fight over who got the first load.
But then it hit me.
Neil.
That fucker had been threatening to get our names kicked off the group project for days. If I didn't show up soon, he'd do it. No project, no grade, no passing the semester. Michael had already warned me yesterday.
Shit.
I eased out from between them slow, both of them stirring, making little sleepy sounds, but not waking. Grabbed my clothes off the floor, pulled on my sweats commando, cock still half-hard and sticky with last night.
