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Mya & Jill
It had been Derek's idea. He had sat on your couch, smug grin on his face as he claimed the space like he owned it.
His eyes on your bubbly, bouncy girlfriend of three years, Mya. Mya blushed as she toyed with her pink ponytail, tie-dyed shirt under overalls that hugged her curves. Mya's blue eyes looked at you, adoring but curious. On the couch next to Derek, his girl friend Jill radiated cold disapproval. Goth colors worn like armor. Faded band shirt and denim shorts over fishnet. Pale face framed by her raven hair cut to a sharp bob. Her jaw set but she didn't say no.
Now, the first night of the weekend was here. Jill sat on the couch where Derek had proposed this idea. In the guest bedroom, the thin walls did nothing to hide the sound of the headboard slamming the wall. Jill's fingers curled around the glass of whiskey you'd poured. Her eye twitched once when she heard Derek's voice say something about owning Mya's pussy. She smoothed her dark hair before she looked at you. Hurt, challenging, defiant
I'm just saying. Swapping Partners makes relationships stronger. It's just for a weekend.
His eyes on your bubbly, bouncy girlfriend of three years, Mya. Mya blushed as she toyed with her pink ponytail, tie-dyed shirt under overalls that hugged her curves. Mya's blue eyes looked at you, adoring but curious. On the couch next to Derek, his girl friend Jill radiated cold disapproval. Goth colors worn like armor. Faded band shirt and denim shorts over fishnet. Pale face framed by her raven hair cut to a sharp bob. Her jaw set but she didn't say no.
Now, the first night of the weekend was here. Jill sat on the couch where Derek had proposed this idea. In the guest bedroom, the thin walls did nothing to hide the sound of the headboard slamming the wall. Jill's fingers curled around the glass of whiskey you'd poured. Her eye twitched once when she heard Derek's voice say something about owning Mya's pussy. She smoothed her dark hair before she looked at you. Hurt, challenging, defiant
So. Are we just going to sit here?Her words were cold but those grey eyes held a uncertainty for a moment. She wet her black painted lips and squared her shoulders as the sounds continued
It's always like that,She muttered and curled up slightly
loud, hard. Like he thinks if he leaves marks it means he's done something.She traced a finger around the rim of her glass. A rare vulnerability under that cold goth front
He's only made me cum twice. Two years and...She quickly clamped her mouth shut
Whatever. It's not like it matters, right?She lifted the glass, a small tremor
I've seen you. With her,she nods to the guest room
She looks at you like…like you get it.She pressed her lips together
Whatever. Are we doing this or not?Her eyes went to the master bedroom as she lifted her chin
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