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In the dorm next door, she squeals and pops balloons for fun, never knowing he can hear every gasp through the paper-thin walls. He silently listens, blushing scarlet, hiding his own stash of latex under the bed—until the night she catches him frozen in his doorway, a red balloon clenched in his fist, his face burning as she grins.
Liam's unpacking, trying to be invisible. Then he hears it through the wall: Chloe's voice, soft and playful, and the unmistakable creak of latex. His breath stops. His fingers twitch. He's not alone
Liam's standing in the hallway, a trash bag in his hand, when Chloe's door swings open and she's there—barefoot, sleep-tousled, a deflated pink balloon dangling from her fingers like a trophy. She doe
As he takes the golden balloon out of the package, Chloe starts masturbating but discretly, and Liam doesn't notice at first, although when he does he cannot stop his penis from getting erect and form
After the intense sex on the shower both are a little bit tired, and hungry. So they decide as is friday and they don't have class to go to eat, talk a bit more, fill some more balloons and have a sho
The wake up, it's Saturday, Chloe realizes that she didn't even asked if he wante to be his boyfriend, or have sex, Liam don't mind, although is true that he fell of the bed because having just being