She comes through my door, her cheeks flushed. Winter is bitter cold outside, and she throws herself into my arms, looking for warmth, looking for my mouth.
She comes through my door, her cheeks flushed. Winter is bitter cold outside, and she throws herself into my arms, looking for warmth, looking for my mouth.
Alice doesn’t like that I slept with her friend.
Everything’s quiet after sex. Daylight fades, sounds of the busy street below dim.
She calls my name, loud and clear. “I’m gonna come,” she says, “Move your mouth away.” I look up, my eyes giving her a “no way” look, my tongue on her clit.
There’s a swing, and we put the new girl on top of it. I remove her stockings and bury my face in her pussy. Not for long.