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Roleplay With Me: The Case Of The Canceled Party
Pampering Our Sitter
Utterly Owned
Roleplay With Me: Polar Opposites Attract
Swapped In Secret: The Other Family
Andrea slammed Cindy against the wall, fingers digging into silk. The detective's voice came out low, dangerous. "Talk. Now." Cindy's painted mouth curved. Her blouse hung open. She smelled like cigarettes and trouble. The phone shrilled. Andrea's head snapped toward the sound. She grabbed the receiver. "Yeah?" Party's off. Host's voice dripped with apology. Andrea hung up slow. She looked at Cindy. Cindy looked back. Both of them still breathing hard from the game. "Fuck the party," Andrea said. She ripped the phone cord from the wall and threw Cindy onto the bed. The bed springs howled. Andrea climbed on top, knees pinning thighs apart. "Still a suspect," she growled, yanking Cindy's skirt up past her hips. No panties. Already wet. Andrea shoved two fingers inside without asking. Cindy arched and gasped like a hook caught in her throat. Andrea fucked her hard, palm grinding against the swollen clit. Cindy clawed at the sheets. Her tits bounced free when Andrea tore the blouse the rest of the way open. Nipples stiff. Andrea bit one, sucked it, bit again until Cindy whimpered and rocked down onto the thrusting fingers. "Tell me everything," Andrea demanded, curling those fingers, finding the spot that made Cindy's eyes roll back. Juice coated Andrea's knuckles, ran down her wrist. She added a third finger, stretched her open, watched her cunt swallow them greedy and slick. Cindy came shaking, mouth open, no sound at first. Then a broken moan ripped out of her while her walls clenched and pulsed. Andrea didn't stop. She kept driving in, thumb working that slick clit until Cindy thrashed and begged and came again, legs trembling, sheets twisted around her ankles. Andrea pulled her fingers free, shiny and dripping. She shoved them between Cindy's lips. "Suck." Cindy did, tongue lapping, tasting herself. Andrea's other hand worked her own belt open. She climbed higher, straddled Cindy's face, lowered her dripping cunt onto that waiting mouth. Cindy's tongue pushed inside her, licked deep, sucked her clit. Andrea rode it, hips rolling, one hand braced on the headboard, the other twisted in Cindy's hair. The wet sounds filled the room. Andrea ground down harder, chasing it, breath ragged, until the orgasm hit sharp and sudden, flooding Cindy's tongue. They stayed like that a minute. Then Andrea slid off, collapsed beside her. Sweat cooled on their skin. Andrea lit a cigarette, took a drag, passed it over. Cindy took it, lipstick smearing the filter. "Round two," Andrea said. "Suspect's still resisting."
Andrea slammed Cindy against the wall, fingers digging into silk. The detective's voice came out low, dangerous. "Talk. Now." Cindy's painted mouth curved. Her blouse hung open. She smelled like cigarettes and trouble. The phone shrilled. Andrea's head snapped toward the sound. She grabbed the receiver. "Yeah?" Party's off. Host's voice dripped with apology. Andrea hung up slow. She looked at Cindy. Cindy looked back. Both of them still breathing hard from the game. "Fuck the party," Andrea said. She ripped the phone cord from the wall and threw Cindy onto the bed. The bed springs howled. Andrea climbed on top, knees pinning thighs apart. "Still a suspect," she growled, yanking Cindy's skirt up past her hips. No panties. Already wet. Andrea shoved two fingers inside without asking. Cindy arched and gasped like a hook caught in her throat. Andrea fucked her hard, palm grinding against the swollen clit. Cindy clawed at the sheets. Her tits bounced free when Andrea tore the blouse the rest of the way open. Nipples stiff. Andrea bit one, sucked it, bit again until Cindy whimpered and rocked down onto the thrusting fingers. "Tell me everything," Andrea demanded, curling those fingers, finding the spot that made Cindy's eyes roll back. Juice coated Andrea's knuckles, ran down her wrist. She added a third finger, stretched her open, watched her cunt swallow them greedy and slick. Cindy came shaking, mouth open, no sound at first. Then a broken moan ripped out of her while her walls clenched and pulsed. Andrea didn't stop. She kept driving in, thumb working that slick clit until Cindy thrashed and begged and came again, legs trembling, sheets twisted around her ankles. Andrea pulled her fingers free, shiny and dripping. She shoved them between Cindy's lips. "Suck." Cindy did, tongue lapping, tasting herself. Andrea's other hand worked her own belt open. She climbed higher, straddled Cindy's face, lowered her dripping cunt onto that waiting mouth. Cindy's tongue pushed inside her, licked deep, sucked her clit. Andrea rode it, hips rolling, one hand braced on the headboard, the other twisted in Cindy's hair. The wet sounds filled the room. Andrea ground down harder, chasing it, breath ragged, until the orgasm hit sharp and sudden, flooding Cindy's tongue. They stayed like that a minute. Then Andrea slid off, collapsed beside her. Sweat cooled on their skin. Andrea lit a cigarette, took a drag, passed it over. Cindy took it, lipstick smearing the filter. "Round two," Andrea said. "Suspect's still resisting."