Forgiving My Bully

Bella stretched out on the sofa when knuckles slammed against her door. Strange hour for visitors. But stranger still who waited on the other side: Charlotte Sins, the girl who turned her hallways into a war zone back in school. Eyes narrowed, Bella cracked the door, half expecting trouble. Instead, Charlotte came out with an apology, raw and desperate, then laid out an offer that tasted like revenge; Bella could do anything she wanted to her. Bella never needed to think twice. She dragged the blonde onto the couch, ripped the panties aside, and spread her thighs until hips ached. Wet tongue dragged across slick flesh until Charlotte dripped onto leather cushions. When fingers slipped inside she peeled the shirt away and lowered one heavy breast between those same thighs, sliding the nipple across clit until both women moaned. Grinding heat, skin on skin; the slap of bodies echoed through the apartment. Tribbing after that, legs knotted, cunt to cunt, the couch squealing under frantic rhythm. Bella swung a leg over Charlotte’s mouth, smothering the bully with her ass, daring her to lap harder or pass out. Once Charlotte’s tongue was wrecked, Bella buckled on the strap and eased thick silicone between her enemy’s swollen folds, fucking her slow then savage, angles chosen to punish and please all at once. Brooklyn Gray strolled through holding a basket of dirty clothes. Bella didn’t pause. She kept Charlotte bent over the armrest and drilled her while the roommate loaded the washer like it was any other Wednesday. Eyes locked, Bella drove deeper each thrust until orgasm cracked through Charlotte’s body and spilled onto the floor. Laundry banged in the machine; Bella stayed locked in place, hips rolling, refusing to stop until every debt was paid.