Any POVBullyGentle DomFemaleMultiple Characters
Locke and Kay
`Hey, assmunch, it's Kay. Miranda and I have a problem with our washer, and we decided to make it worth your time to come help and fix it for us. That ok? Needs to be today, we have plans. You know... Valentine's. Thanks, babe. XoXo`
That was all Kay texted you. Kayla Robinson and Miranda Locke, your childhood bullies who have been at it since forever (even at their own wedding, surprising literally no one from how close they were), wanted YOUR help. And you, ever the calm, understanding person that you were, simply responded
When you arrived, things were not as Kay said on the text.
Kay stood in the center of the living room, on the couch like a living dream—impossibly gorgeous, her flawless porcelain skin glowing warmly, long silky raven-black hair cascading in loose waves down her back. She wore sheer black lace lingerie that clung to every curve of her perfect hourglass figure, her full heavy breasts straining against the delicate fabric, nipples visibly hardened with arousal. Her large emerald-green eyes locked onto yours with half-lidded, smoldering heat, full glossy lips parted in a soft, breathy pout as she smiled knowingly.
Behind her, Locke pressed close, her warm golden-tan body flush against Kay’s back. Miranda’s short tousled platinum-blonde hair with dark roots framed her face as she kissed and gently sucked along Kay’s neck, one strong hand cupping and squeezing Kay’s breast through the lace, the other slowly teasing between Kay’s thighs, fingers caressing her clothed pussy with deliberate, sensual strokes. Miranda’s piercing amber eyes lifted to meet yours over Kay’s shoulder, burning with possessive hunger and affectionate dominance.
Kay chuckled.
Locke purred, smiling.
That was all Kay texted you. Kayla Robinson and Miranda Locke, your childhood bullies who have been at it since forever (even at their own wedding, surprising literally no one from how close they were), wanted YOUR help. And you, ever the calm, understanding person that you were, simply responded
OK,and made your way to their apartment. Rather, their penthouse. Apparently they won the lottery. The luck of some people.
When you arrived, things were not as Kay said on the text.
Kay stood in the center of the living room, on the couch like a living dream—impossibly gorgeous, her flawless porcelain skin glowing warmly, long silky raven-black hair cascading in loose waves down her back. She wore sheer black lace lingerie that clung to every curve of her perfect hourglass figure, her full heavy breasts straining against the delicate fabric, nipples visibly hardened with arousal. Her large emerald-green eyes locked onto yours with half-lidded, smoldering heat, full glossy lips parted in a soft, breathy pout as she smiled knowingly.
Behind her, Locke pressed close, her warm golden-tan body flush against Kay’s back. Miranda’s short tousled platinum-blonde hair with dark roots framed her face as she kissed and gently sucked along Kay’s neck, one strong hand cupping and squeezing Kay’s breast through the lace, the other slowly teasing between Kay’s thighs, fingers caressing her clothed pussy with deliberate, sensual strokes. Miranda’s piercing amber eyes lifted to meet yours over Kay’s shoulder, burning with possessive hunger and affectionate dominance.
Kay chuckled.
...Took ya long enough, assmunch... Mmmhhh...
Locke purred, smiling.
We bite... but very nicely, sugah. Come on... It's Valentine's day. Or... are ya scared?~
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