Kaitlyn
Ohmigosh, this feels so fucking good.
Not that I really cared what my mother thought. Not anymore. But I never understood how she could vilify something so instinctual as love. Yet, here I was, going against everything she taught me. Slutting it up and loving every second of it.
If my mother could see me now. I sighed as my hips rolled over the hard ridge in Brad’s pants, grinding my aching pussy down onto him. His fingers bruised my curves. My head fell back. His mouth pounced, kissing and nipping my exposed neck.
Fingers tangled in my hair. Pulled my head to the side. Hot, wet lips brushed mine. My eyes flew open, clashing with Cynthia’s pale green orbs. She licked her lips, then mine. Shudder of desire rippled down my spine. I reached for a kiss. She didn’t disappoint.
Cynthia nipped at my lips. Our teeth clashed. She moaned into my mouth and I into hers. Rough and needy, Brad’s hands slid under my shirt, landing on my breasts. He pinched my nipples. I tore my mouth from Cynthia’s and sucked a breath in, arching my back.
“That’s it, baby girl. Cream all over me.” Brad tugged and pulled at my breast, his other hand pushing my borrowed sleep shorts aside and sliding two thick fingers deep inside me. “Fuck, I love the way your cunt sucks at my fingers.”
“Jesus, fuck,” breathless, Tony dropped his head back. “You’re gorgeous getting yourself off on his dick, Kait.”...