‘You’re food’s on the table. Sex Obey? They’re so boring, they could definitely stand to…well, have some fun. ‘Well – I’m just saying that with all your layers, and the heating on, and the hot chocolate – you must be really warm. If only Darius was here…
She continued massaging Scarlett’s breasts, urged by the coos of pleasure, her soft moans, her feeble protests. It must be so hard wearing such an itchy, uncomfortable bra when your breasts are so sensitive, and all you want to do is touch your lovely tits…’ Suddenly she pulled backwards, Scarlett sliding off her legs and onto the mattress. Scarlett placed the cardigan on the back of her chair. ‘What? She now looked the type of girl that she would have thought, even a few days ago, Ok, maybe she’s pretty – but why would a guy go for a girl who dresses like…that? Granted, it was fun, but she couldn’t be Darius’ slut forever. She looked at Isabelle. Oh…wow, uh, Oh my God…’ Isabelle’s touch sent electric pleasure coursing through her blood, and her panties grew wet with moisture.
