Vixen Stories
We exchanged saliva, our tongues were like swords fighting with each other, and our lips followed a rhythm only we could know.
I pushed his shoulder when the clock rings, indicating that our one minute is over.
“Get out of my boyfriend’s lap now, you bitch.” With a trembling hand, Kylie pointed at me.
I chuckled and teased her even more by grinding on Hendrix’s cock.
“How could I stand when your lovely boyfriend was holding my legs too tight as if he doesn’t want me to leave his cock ungrinded.”
“You son of a bitch…”
I chuckled, gave Hendrix’s cock one last grind before standing up.