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Drawing herself up on her elbows, she looks down at me. “You eating me out?”
I’d rather fuck my cunt with a cactus.
Hooking my fingers into the sides of her panties, I slide them down her long legs. “If you gave me a little show.”
She blinks. “You want me to play with myself?”
Biting my lip, I nod.
She falters. “I’ve never done that in front of anyone before.”
No surprise. The girl is as alluring and exciting as wet toilet paper.
What the fuck did he ever see in her?
Inwardly groaning, I move my head between her legs, kissing her pubic bone. “If you want me to lick this pussy, you have to show me how you like it.”
She moans. “Damn. That feels so—”
“Do it.” I scrape my teeth along her flesh, hoping she feels the sting. “It will be fun.”
Parting her thighs, she circles her entrance with her finger. “Like this?”
“Give me more, sexy. Rub that clit for me.”
Head lulling back, she proceeds to do what I ask. “God, I’m so drunk right now.”
No, she’s not. If she was so drunk she’d be puking or passed out…not asking me to go down on her.
She just wants a crutch to blame her actions on—in this case, messing around with a girl—so she doesn’t have to take responsibility.
At least I own my shit.
“Just like that, babe.” Smirking, I take my phone out of my purse and press the record button. “Keep going.”
Closing her eyes, she bucks her hips, rubbing her clit with more vigor. “Feels so good.”
I couldn’t hold back my smile if I tried. The idiot is so into what she’s doing, she has no fucking idea what I’m doing.
“Good girl, Hayley,” I mewl as I angle the camera up a little, making sure I get a glimpse of her face. “Now show me what a dirty little slut you are and how hard you can make that pussy come for me.”
A few moments later, she orgasms with a furious shudder, moaning my name.
I make a mental note to bleep my name and disguise my voice before uploading it to every porn site I can think of.
“That was fun.” Her chest rises with deep exhales and beads of sweat trickle down her brow. “You go
Nah, I’m go
Yours and his.
Slipping my cell back into my purse, I stand. “Can’t, baby doll. Big bro number two keeps blowing up my phone asking where I am, so I’m pretty sure someone tipped him off about our little make-out sesh downstairs.” I blow her a kiss. “Thanks for the show, though. Maybe we can do it again sometime.”
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.