Serena
woke up with a start, and cursed out loud when she saw how light it was. Damn
it, why had her roommate not woken her up? She would be late for work again. I
really need to get my phone fixed, or invest in an alarm clock.
No
doubt Bridget was sleeping off another hangover. She was, after all, the
ultimate party girl. Serena glared at the other woman’s shut door, took the
corner into the living room and froze. Far from being asleep, the lucky cow was
occupied. Stuffed full of the biggest cock, Serena had seen in a long time,
Bridget was doing her best not to choke as she worked the stranger’s dick.
Head
thrown back, hands balled into fists, the man groaned. The sounds of wet
slurping increased, as Bridget renewed her efforts to make the hunk come.
Serena
knew she should leave, give them some privacy, but she couldn’t take her eyes
of him. Where on earth had Bridget found this sex on legs, hunk?
Arousal
coursed through Serena’s veins, hot and heavy, and she slid her hand down her
panties, just as that hunk opened his eyes, and smirked at her.
“Your
turn, next.”
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