Novel & Cerita Glee Brittany And Santana Make Out

Brittany said touching her chest. "You're cràzy" Rowen said. "Yes, only for you" Brittany replied and stood up immediately. "Don't try this ever again!" Rowen said and made to walked away. Brittany rushed to him desperately. "I'm sorry for lieing to you, but you can't leave me here like, this I'm dieing to have your dîck in my honey pot, please have sèx with me, even though it's once" Brittany said, begging him with her eyes as if her life depends on it.

"You don't get to breathe a word about it to anyone. Because I still have our sex tape on my phone. And most of it is a high-def shot of your face while you gag on me and take backshots. I'd really hate to see what that does to your shiny modeling career." The air between us didn't turn cold. It flatlined. Brittany's smug mask didn't slip—it shattered. The untouchable girl leaning against the railing suddenly looked like she was teetering on the edge of a sheer drop. Moonlight that had flattered her seconds ago now just made her look pale. Sick. Cornered. She stopped breathing. "You wouldn't," she hissed, voice a jagged, ugly sliver of its former sweetness.

Brittany pressed herself against my back, one hand reaching around to toy with the chain, the other sliding between my legs to circle my clit in lazy, teasing strokes. "You're so wet it's obscene," she whispered in my ear. "Bet you've been fantasizing about this too. Two girls to use, one mouth to fill, one hole plugged and buzzing” she laughed. “Is this what you used to do with Bianca and Max too? Poor Ellie, always the afterthought." I moaned around Zane, tears streaking my mascara. The vibrations pulsed higher. Brittany cranked the remote, and my body betrayed me completely, hips grinding back against nothing, chasing friction.

Dana screamed into the mattress, her fingers clawing at the sheets. I sat beside them, touching myself, still aching from my own turn. Brittany moved behind me, her mouth on my neck as she whispered, “You ready for round three?” Then she turned around and offered herself, bending over the pillows with her ass high and proud. “Come get me,” she said to Donald, her voice thick with hunger. “I need to feel you tear me open.” Donald’s breath hitched. “You filthy fucking sluts,” he muttered as he pulled out of Dana with a grunt, then shoved into Brittany without a pause.

A few drops made their way all the way down to her panties, which I’d noticed were already wet. “Again,” I said. She nodded and she put my cock back in her mouth. This time I pulled the ponytail in the opposite direction—I wanted to be closer to her. Deeper inside her. I wanted to keep her there until I could cum in her throat. But I counted to ten again and then let go. She lurched back and took a deep breath of air. Brittany’s chest was covered in bubbly drool, and the smile on her face told me she was loving every second of our evening together.

He groans loudly and finally explodes, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum deep into my pussy. He pulls out, breathing hard, and looks down at us — two naked, sweating, cum-covered rivals. “Clean each other up,” he orders. “With your tongues.” Brittany and I turn to each other, exhausted but still burning with dark hunger. She pushes me onto my back and climbs on top, lowering her pussy to my mouth while she buries her face between my legs. We devour each other again — licking the client’s cum out of my pussy, sucking each other’s clits, grinding desperately.

I was awake when they made it up the stairs, awake for their first round, and I’m still awake for…I’ve lost track of how many rounds. “EJ, EJ, EJ…” Brittany chants, voice so high she can be heard from across the street. “I’m about to come.” Ezra’s response is a faster slapping of their hips, groans spilling out of his lips. I blink up at the ceiling, arms crossed over my chest. What did I do to deserve this? A loud scream tears from Brittany’s throat, and based on the amount of times I’ve heard that scream this night, I can tell she just reached her orgasm.

The sheer hide of him bringing his teenage mistress into their home while still trying to control her and call her names. The irony wasn't lost on her. While she'd been discreet, meeting Sir at a private club with security measures to ensure anonymity, Riley hadn't even bothered to book a hotel room. He was having sex with Brittany in their kitchen, clearly assuming Honey would be at work all day. On the screen, Riley pulled out, turning Brittany around. He lifted her onto the counter, spreading her legs wide as he positioned himself between them. Brittany's head fell back, her mouth open in what appeared to be a moan as he entered her again. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing her bre

Clearly, the company had no idea I had ended the collaboration proposal. George calmly handed me his phone, and I swiftly sent a message to my assistant. Brittany, who was still lying on the ground just now, had somehow gotten her arm around Nathan's again. There was an ingratiating beam on her face as she said, "Tell me, Nate. What good news do you have?" Nathan immediately wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her hard on the cheek. It was as if their earlier bickering and fighting were just them flirting with each other.

Brittany said "What are you trying to say? "Figure it out yourself" "I will just the way I figured out that our lovely Arianna has a huge scar on her butt. Yes I'll prove it to you" she pulled out Arianna's scarf. "Where is it? "In your body I guess" Brittany said "You birch ... you're so annoying" "And I love it" "Hi sister-in-law. Guess who's here? Gavin" noraa said hugging her. "Gavin hi" Ari. Arianna said with a smile.