Dark Drippy Desires
I drove to Maren's with mascara on my chin and a speech ready about what an absolute waste of human skin Tyler Beckett is and I didn't knock because I never knock, we've been best friends for eleven years, I have a key, I use it, that's the deal.
I use it.
I open the door.
And I stop so completely that my hand is still on the doorknob.
Maren is on the couch.
Naked.
Head dropped back, one hand working her breast, the other wrapped around the most beautiful, thick, flushed cock I have ever seen in my life, stroking slow and lazy, and her lips are parted and she's breathing in these soft broken little sounds and she's saying a name.
My name.
"Sienna," she breathes. "God, Sienna, just like that.
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