My Bestie’s Dad Likes Me Wet
I made a dismissive gesture with my hand, still sipping.
“So… is it Tyler?”
I sputtered, nearly choking on the sweet tea.
“It can’t be that wimp. She orgasmed… definitely not Tyler,” Katie added.
“Tyler is capable, sure,” Lena muttered. My eyes met Katie’s on camera, and we both screamed.
“Lena!”
“What are you not saying, bitch?” Katie pressed, ever crude.
Lena’s face reddened, which never happens. Lena doesn’t blush.
“OMG. You totally fucked him, Lena!”