15 || Adrienne (III)

Anything for Gabe. Adrienne was his personal slut.

Fuck.

A yummy thrill raced down Gabe’s spine. He got rid of his shirt, using it as a gag for his new slut’s mouth. A low whistle left his lips. His hand descended heavily on her butt with a brute force that had her trying to scramble from him. He loved the pink colour starting to cover her left asscheek.

This was art in its truest, raw form.

Pulling her back by the hair, he slapped the other ass and his dick throbbed painfully when they both turned pink. His fingers grazed her clit, dipped into her wet folds and he withdrew it sharply at the amount of pussy juice coating his limbs. Was he the one making Adrienne this wet? Wow.

“You like it, my slut?” he said, more to himself. The word sounded strange to him. If she hadn’t mentioned it, he would never have called her that. Adrienne’s head bobbed and his worries eased. He slapped her harder, so hard his palm left marks on her ass. “You like that, huh? Slut.”

To that, Adrienne pushe