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Riley heard the door creak open and froze. Too late. Nickey stood there, all legs and trouble. Caught red-handed. Nickey wanted answers. Riley spun something quick—some lie about being lost. Nickey bought it. Invited her in for a wild foursome, bodies tangled, mouths hungry. Riley said no, stomach twisting at the thought of fucking her own parents. Nickey shrugged, slipped off her bracelet, pressed it into Riley’s wrist. Then she kissed her. Hard. Like she meant to break something open. Riley’s dress hit the floor. Nickey tore the thong clean off and buried her tongue between slick folds. Riley arched, breath caught, then dove for Nickey’s tits—sucking, biting, worshiping. Nickey spread wide. Riley licked like she’d starved for it. Nickey pulled her into a sixty-nine, hips grinding down as both women licked and moaned and came in the same trembling second. After that came the grind—bodies locked, clits sliding, slick and raw until Riley shattered again. Then Billy’s voice cut through the haze. Riley bolted. Hands shaking, she tore through the journal, desperate for a way back before everything fell apart.
Riley heard the door creak open and froze. Too late. Nickey stood there, all legs and trouble. Caught red-handed. Nickey wanted answers. Riley spun something quick—some lie about being lost. Nickey bought it. Invited her in for a wild foursome, bodies tangled, mouths hungry. Riley said no, stomach twisting at the thought of fucking her own parents. Nickey shrugged, slipped off her bracelet, pressed it into Riley’s wrist. Then she kissed her. Hard. Like she meant to break something open. Riley’s dress hit the floor. Nickey tore the thong clean off and buried her tongue between slick folds. Riley arched, breath caught, then dove for Nickey’s tits—sucking, biting, worshiping. Nickey spread wide. Riley licked like she’d starved for it. Nickey pulled her into a sixty-nine, hips grinding down as both women licked and moaned and came in the same trembling second. After that came the grind—bodies locked, clits sliding, slick and raw until Riley shattered again. Then Billy’s voice cut through the haze. Riley bolted. Hands shaking, she tore through the journal, desperate for a way back before everything fell apart.