You Won't Last A Day!

Violet gets off and immediately feels empty. She kicks her shoes under the bed and tells Nancy, Andrea and Lori the truth. Another lousy lay. She swears she is done. Three months, no cock, no fingers, nothing. The girls start laughing so hard Nancy snorts. One day, they say. You will not last a single morning. Laundry duty for a year if she proves them wrong. Violet sticks out her hand like it is already settled. Deal. But the three roommates smell blood. Nancy walks around the couch, runs one finger up Violet’s arm and says her mouth feels lonely. Andrea bends over the sink, shorts riding up, and asks if Violet wants to practice restraint right now. Lori drops onto the rug, spreads her legs and starts rubbing slow circles over her panties while she stares Violet down. Every hour the heat rises. A stolen kiss here, an accidental brush there. Clothes disappear piece by piece until the three of them are naked, piled on Violet’s bed, fingers already sliding between wet folds, waiting. Violet stands in the doorway shaking, then dives headfirst. Four bodies tangle hard and slick. Tongues and hands everywhere. Nancy grinds on her face while Andrea and Lori take turns licking her open. Violet comes so loud the neighbors probably hear, already planning how she is going to lose at laundry for the next twelve months and love every minute of it.