Maggie sits on the edge of her bed, legs spread while Jemma kneels between her thighs and fucks her raw with two fingers. Maggie bites her lip, tries to keep quiet, but her hips roll forward every time Jemma curls inside her. Jemma laughs low and dirty. "Relax, baby. You'll be fine when Morgan walks through the door." Maggie comes hard, shaking, her mind still stuck on the girl she can't have. Jemma kisses the inside of her thigh, then helps zip her dress. "Don't worry, I'll slip out before anyone sees. No one's calling me your girlfriend." Virginia smirks from the doorway. "Need a hand with those streamers, little sis? Or maybe with something else?" Lea and Rachel show up early, loud and laughing. Maggie opens the door, heart hammering. Then Morgan steps in with Kate on her arm. "Hey, hope it's cool if my girlfriend tags along," Morgan says. The words hit Maggie like cold water. Later the bottle spins. Each kiss another knife. Maggie bolts to the bathroom, locks the door, and shoves two fingers inside herself, fast, desperate, chasing release she won't find. When she comes back, Virginia's tongue is buried in Lea. The pizza guy asks if the party's for couples. Maggie nods, lies, smiles like her chest isn't cracking open. No one's saving this night.
Maggie sits on the edge of her bed, legs spread while Jemma kneels between her thighs and fucks her raw with two fingers. Maggie bites her lip, tries to keep quiet, but her hips roll forward every time Jemma curls inside her. Jemma laughs low and dirty. "Relax, baby. You'll be fine when Morgan walks through the door." Maggie comes hard, shaking, her mind still stuck on the girl she can't have. Jemma kisses the inside of her thigh, then helps zip her dress. "Don't worry, I'll slip out before anyone sees. No one's calling me your girlfriend." Virginia smirks from the doorway. "Need a hand with those streamers, little sis? Or maybe with something else?" Lea and Rachel show up early, loud and laughing. Maggie opens the door, heart hammering. Then Morgan steps in with Kate on her arm. "Hey, hope it's cool if my girlfriend tags along," Morgan says. The words hit Maggie like cold water. Later the bottle spins. Each kiss another knife. Maggie bolts to the bathroom, locks the door, and shoves two fingers inside herself, fast, desperate, chasing release she won't find. When she comes back, Virginia's tongue is buried in Lea. The pizza guy asks if the party's for couples. Maggie nods, lies, smiles like her chest isn't cracking open. No one's saving this night.