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It was the first time she had ever tried being with a girl and the feeling was overwhelming and mind-blowing. "Oh my gosh, please April, move faster," Josephine urged, and the girls moved together, rubbing and pressing their genitals together as if they were possessed. The pleasure Josephine derived from this was far from what she had expected. The fact that this was April's first lesbian experience was beyond her because April was a natural. Sparks and ecstasy surged through Josephine's body as their pussies came in contact over and over again, their pussy lips and clits rubbing and pressing against each other.

Squeezes my cheeks until my lips pucker open. "Spit," he says. I spit. Into his open mouth. He swallows it and groans and fucks me harder and the filthiness of it – the exchange, the intimacy of something that degrading – makes my pussy grip his cock so tight he swears. His thumb pushes into my mouth. I suck it – hard, swirling my tongue around it the way I've been sucking cock all night – and he watches my lips work his thumb while his cock drives into me against the tile. He pulls his thumb out. Wet with my spit. Reaches behind me. Pushes it against my asshole – slick, insistent – and slides it inside while his cock stays in my pussy.

She struggled to get up, her eyes staring venomously at the car that was already out of sight. … Jason started asking around for me after his return, but no one knew of my whereabouts. As usual, he scrolled through his phone, trying to find the faintest trace of me online. Suddenly, a livestream notification popped up, and his eyes flew wide open. … Everything felt unreal as I watched the crowd bustle around, engaged in conversations and clinking glasses. Ever since Frank first brought me back to the Lawrent residence, Cassandra had repeatedly invited me back. With her strong support pushing us closer, what was initially an act turned into reality—we ended up becoming a real couple.

Took my backpack "to help." I forced my voice steady. "Where's my medication?" Lily covered her mouth, soft gasp—perfect volume for the audience. "Juliet, don't be like that. I saw you only had two pills left. It looked... kind of sad. So I swapped them for the vitamins I take. Full sheet. Nine tablets. Imported." Like she'd upgraded me. Rage shook through me. The stabbing in my chest spread down my arms. The blister pack slipped from my hand.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

Much more interested in my sperm that her sister, Deb was eventually the one to gulp down the frothy glob of seed and spittle that the two of them had been passing back and forth. Dana let her cum-hungry twin lick the last glistening dribbles of my semen from her lips. Then, smirking at me and Deb, she said in mock-reproach: "Okay, so now that you two had your fun, can we make this about ME? I thought my virgin ass was supposed to be the main event of the night!"

My hands stroke him, spit-slick and messy, while the other man’s tongue flicks over my clit until I scream against the cock filling my mouth. “Fuck—ahhh—I’m—” Wetness bursts out of me, squirting all over his face, soaking his mouth. “Holy shit,” he groans, licking it up greedily. “She just squirted all over me.” The one in my throat gasps. Hands fist in my hair, pulling me harder onto his cock until I gag, spit and wetness spilling everywhere. “Such a slut,” one of them mutters, stroking himself faster. “She loves it,” another growls, squeezing my ass.

He leaned forward, gathered a thick, heavy glob of spit in his mouth, and let it drip slowly, obscenely, right onto my waiting tongue. The warm, sticky saliva stretched in a long string before landing with a wet plop. It tasted of smoke and him. “Swallow it,” He ordered, voice deep and commanding. “Swallow your brother-in-law’s spit like a good cum-dump.” I did, gulping it down audibly, the act so degrading it made my pussy clench hard. Fresh shame flooded me. Felix would be horrified. I could imagine his face. But the thrill of submission… it only made me even wetter and aching.

We both keep stopping getting lost in our own pleasure. But we won't get to the finish at this rate. I scoot closer, until our cocks line up. Axton catches on, wrapping his hand around us both. “Spit” he says, making my thighs squeeze around him. It’s dirty, but I do it. I spit, letting it drop from my lips to cover our cocks. That along with our mixed pre-come is enough to lube us up. He starts moving his hand, squeezing our cocks together and jerking us off.

I gripped my cock and began rubbing it furiously while forming every last blob of sperm in my body into one last load. Finally, I aimed the head of my dick at them and shot two streams. The first globs covered their faces and the second filled their mouths. I stepped back as the sperm-filled sluts began French kissing, cum-swapping the mouthfuls over and over again. They didn’t swallow it; they wanted to savor the taste while they mixed it with each other’s saliva and stirred it with their tongues.