My First Blackmailed Blowjob: Awakening in a Tuscan Dorm Room
The dorm room smelled of fresh sheets and distant pizza from dinner. Heart pounding, I called Lucien and Téa in after the meal. My voice steady, but inside, nerves twisted. Responsibility weighed heavy—proviseur’s warnings echoing. They smirked, eyes defiant. I lectured softly on conduct, parents, reputation. They tuned out. ‘Separate you two?’ I blurted. Bad…