Again? Porn vedio . . . . . . . . …OH SHIT, AGAIN!?!? “I mean, seriously, Sam,” the nasally girl said, her voice like nails on a chalkboard to Rea’s ears. And as she stared down at her, she knew that this was just the beginning. There was anger, of course, but there was also something else. Samantha’s fear had transformed into something else entirely. Each time she bottomed out, Samantha’s body would jolt, a silent plea for it to stop. Her cock, a proud and formidable symbol of her true self, hung heavy between her legs, a stark contrast to the delicate lace of her panties. He knew that tone in Rea’s voice, the one that meant she had crossed another line, the one that always left him questioning his place in their twisted friendship. She had the kind of body that looked like it was made for bikinis and lingerie, and she wasn’t shy about flaunting it. “How could you?” Rea’s voice was a whisper, the quiet before the storm. They had spent countless hours together, swapping mixtapes and sketching in the quiet corners of the school library, while Jake looked on with a knowing smile. She grabbed the back of Samantha’s head, holding her in place as she pumped her cock in and out of her mouth.
