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“Right fucking there GG,” Vanessa
Hudgens cried out while grinding her lower body atop her best friend’s face.
She closed her eyes in a wince as her hands gripped the sheets below her.
“FUCK,” she moaned. The words
left her mouth quiet but built volume into an eruption when her orgasmed
popped. Vanessa rocked back and forth before she slumped onto the mattress next
to her best friend, exhausted.
“God I love when you do that.” GG
looked at her with glowing eyes.
Vanessa smiled, “do what?”
“You know what!” GG Magree curled
up beside the Hollywood celeb and trapped them both under the heavy white duvet
covering the bed. A single ray of sunshine found the last remaining gap to the
outside world, illuminating both the girl’s faces in their fluffy dungeon.
Vanessa latched on to the blonde’s neck before making her way up to her ear
with her mouth.
“You mean when I cum on your
face,” she responded. The words forced a groan from GG’s lips while Vanessa now
teased her friend’s earlobe gently with her teeth.
“Mhmm.”
Vanessa paused and matched eyes
with her friend under the covers, “well you deserved it babe.”
One peck on the forehead and the
thirty two year old exploded from the bed. She straightened out her back and
spread her arms out wide just as a cat would in the warm sun. Morning light was
gleaming in from the windows of Vanessa’s bedroom. The two had spent all night
bumping and grinding one another after a heavy round of smoking the night
before. Vanessa was recently freed from her long-term relationship, and a
loving best friend was exactly the escape she had needed.
“What’s on the itinerary today V,”
GG asked before letting out a loud yawn.
“Well babe, I figured we could
hit the gym this morning. I’ve got this odd tension in my back,” she muttered
without being able to keep a straight face. “Then we need to make sure we go to
the store to pick up some shit for tonight when Stella gets here. I need to
remember to get some more flour for the cookies.”
Vanessa had invited her sister
Stella to stay with her during the holidays to help cheer her up. They were
close growing up, but as they got older and their lives got busy, they had grown
apart.
“V, are you sure it’s alright
that I stay with you while she’s here? I don’t want to crash the place when
you’re having family time.”
Vanessa whipped her head around
to confront GG. “What? Of course it’s fine! We talked about this! Where else
are you going to go in a time like this, babes? Besides, it’s Christmas! Who
else is going to come down my chimney!”
GG blushed and dropped her
shoulders. “Love you V!”
The girls embraced a hug before getting
prepped to go out. Both had changed into form fitting matching workout outfits.
Vanessa’s two piece workout attire hugged her curves, showing a bit of nip up
top and a bit of toe down below, whilst GG’s outfit was a bit more reserved
with a cut off t-shirt to cover her chest. Both the girl’s leggings put their
round toned asses on full display for both the other gym goes and the paparazzi
that roamed the streets to drool over. The girls had played up the act for the
camera, but that was the deal. The deal they signed with their trainer was
mutual: they got in shape with professionals who could push them to their
limits, but in return, their trainer got to attach their brand with the girl’s bodies
on social media. Fortunate for them, Vanessa was specialized in the art of
tease. Tight framed shots of asses squatting in front of the camera, hard pierced
nipples poking through sweat stained sports bras, and totally-not-over-the-top
dramatic moans lifting weights were an all you can shoot buffet.
“Here, record this,” Vanessa asked as she handed her phone off to the trainer.
She swung and teased the camera
from inside the boxing ring, hanging on the lines before GG came up behind her,
grabbed her hips, and thrusted from behind, pushing her forward. Little did the
camera know, her best friend was only imitating the events of last night at 2:00
AM.
Both drenched women made their way to the locker room after their workout. Miss Hudgens was the first to disrobe, tugging the tight top from her chest, allowing her breasts bounce free. Over her head went the soaked sports bra as she walked around the bench to taunt GG. Sweat clung to their shape before dripping down past the peak of her dark nipple. Her friend watched, biting her bottom lip while Vanessa put on a show. Vanessa turned to face away from her, glanced over her shoulder backwards, and leaned down to start untying her shoelaces, forcing her ass out while she limberly stretched down the full length of her legs. Before she could even round the loop of her laces, GG was on her knees behind her, nose and tongue pressed up against the leggings with both hands palming either cheek. Vanessa reached back and ran digits through GG’s hair. Distracted acted out a passionate oral affair from behind, she reached up and slipped a couple fingers inside the band around her waist, only to be stopped by her lover.
“MMmm tonight babes!” Vanessa
kicked off her shoes and rolled her socks down the outside of her leggings. As
naked as the day she was born, she stood 5’1” in front of GG, giving one last tantalizing
tease before tip toeing into the steaming hot shower around the corner. As much
as she wanted to get even sweatier, she knew they had things to do before
tonight.
“V, come shake your ass for the
audience.” Above the two was a camera pointed directly at the aisle with a
screen showing their every move.
Vanessa mounted the cart the best
she could and twerked slowly while GG gave her ass some ample smacks.
“Babes, save it for later,”
Vanessa murmured as an onlooker judgingly pushed their cart past them down the
aisle.
After what felt like three hours,
the girls finally made their way to the produce area to grab some fresh fruits
and nuts for the night.
“Maybe I should grab these in
case we fuck up.” Vanessa picked up a box of premade Christmas cookies. She was
met with silence. She turned around to find her friend a shout away, whistling
back to her, stroking a zucchini up and down. She licked the fleshy phallic
vegetable before holding it at groin height and thrusted. Vanessa struggled to contain her laugh before
rushing her and their cart over.
“Stop it you whore, you’re going
to get us in trouble!” She glanced around to immediately find an older woman placing
some carrots into her own cart who visibly did not respond well to their crass
joke.
Vanessa snatched the edible
paraphernalia from her friend and mouthed back to the woman, “sorry,” before
they both ran off giggling under their breath. The girls loaded groceries into
their car, playing Tetris with the packages of food in the trunk. The drive
back was jammed pack with loud Christmas caroling, seat-based dances, and mind
numbingly dull LA traffic. GG’s hand resting atop her gorgeous best friend’s
thigh the entire ride, groping and squeezing her tight.
The bright red N of Netflix blasted
its jingle before their fake fire illuminated the room for the evening. With
only an hour or so before her sister Stella arrived, Vanessa had to make sure
everything was just right. Candles were lit and cookie dough was rolled out to
cut. She brought a bag out from the bedroom; out came matching Christmas
onesies Vanessa had bought for the three girls.
“Cute right,” she asked GG, straitening
the soft folded arms.
“Very festive!” The blonde turned
around to make sure the window’s drapes were drawn before starting to disrobe
in the living room.
Vanessa purred before following
suit. With both arms raised, she pulled her top off to unveil the underside of her
tanned plump breasts. The piercing in her left nipple clung to the last inch of
her shirt before it gave free. Both breasts bounced back and forth when she
shook her hair loose after being squeezed tight by the neckline of her top. The
bombshell stood topless in the middle of the room, mirroring leaks-past. GG’s
complexion was paler compared to the Hudgens sister, with her nipples being
smaller and a lighter shade of pink. She cupped the bottom of Vanessa’s breast in
a claw shape to give them a hefty shake before perching her lips against the
goosebumps dotted around Vanessa’s areola. The centers erected upon contact.
“Mmm,” Vanessa moaned while her
friend gave her tit a gentle suck. She loosened her neck and rolled her
shoulders, enjoying the attention, before snapping her attention back to the chores
still ahead of her.
“Babes, we’ve got so much to do!” She pulled away before grabbing at the closest onesie. “Stop trying to tempt me with your,” she paused to pull it over her head, “womanly ways!” The hair on her head stood a staticky mess.
GG rocked up beside her. “That’s
fine… I’ll get you yet, my pretty!” Sticking her finger out, she tapped
Vanessa’s nose before slipped on the other garment in the bag. She picked up
Vanessa’s tiny dog and snuggled against its face. “And your little dog too!”
Stockings were hung, candles were
lit, and a spliff was stuck in the mouth of a small statue resembling Saint
Nick. The spare roll of premade cookie pastry was finished in the oven before
being wrapped on a tray and stuck in the fridge to cool. “Just in case,”
Vanessa chanted, desperately reassured herself in the direction of her friend. The
two spent their time prancing around the house like Christmas elves, high on
holiday spirit, before collapsing on the couch. Laid back and out of breath, GG
eyed Vanessa’s rising and falling chest before dancing her fingers to the
collar of her friend’s onesie.
“If we hurried, I could squeeze
in a quickie,” she offered. Based on the expression Vanessa was making, GG
could tell she was experiencing an internal struggle.
“Come on V! You know I can make
you squirm with just a couple of licks.” She really emphasized the word squirm
while she tugged at the front zipper on her partner. GG put her face flat
against Vanessa’s stomach and followed the zipper all the way down, revealing
more of the tan skin underneath. She pulled the tab slowly, the sound of the
glide along the interlocking teeth building as much tension as the Cold War.
Vanessa’s eyes grew wider as her friend’s hands wandered.
“Ba-babes, I shouldn’t…”
Vanessa’s voice trailed into a whisper while she watched GG tease the onesie
down.
GG licked her lips, “fortunately
for you, you don’t have to do anything.”
Unfortunately for them both,
right as the zipper reached the bottom stop, the two were interrupted by the echo
of a doorbell.
*DING DONG*
Stella had arrived and the
festivities had begun. Singing, dancing, cookie cutting, and even more decorating
continued now that the band was back together. It was all going to plan for
Vanessa. Stella had even agreed to wear the matching onesie.
After multiple glasses of alcohol
coursing through their systems, the girls finally settled for the night on the
couches and chairs circled in the living room. With the crackling warm glow
from their fake fireplace still radiating the necessary spirit, the girls patrolled
social media, curiously observing how their friends spent their holidays with family
and friends.
“Oh my god have you two seen
those stories people are doing where they ask their followers for picture
prompts,” GG asked, “It’s so much fun- oh my god I’m doing mine right now.”
“I think so,” Stella replied. “Haven’t been
looking at stories that much recently.”
“YES! They’re so much fun! Stelly
we have to do ours too!” Vanessa pulled up her Instagram and posed the question
to her followers. She rustled in her chair excitedly. “Oh my god I can’t wait
to see what people ask for!”
“Girl, you know what they’re
gonna ask for. If your directs are anything like mine, you’ll be flooded!”
“I dunno, I usually have my DMs
turned off, but THAT WOULD BE FUN! I can post something! GG, send me
that one we took the other day just in case!”
Stella was too consumed by her
phone to notice GG and her sister glaring at one another. She raised an eyebrow
following Vanessa’s request. Vanessa nodded, nonverbally providing the silent
clarification GG requested. She scrolled through her Photos app to the set her
and Vanessa took in her bathroom. The pictures showed the girls fresh out of
the shower, with GG standing behind Vanessa as she posed for the camera. In some
of the shots the girls were covered just enough by plush towels, but as the
amateur photoshoot progressed, Vanessa slowly ditched hers, revealing her wet
body. The final shot was of Vanessa’s naked backside, dripping with water. Her soaked
hair pulled back with a seductive stare looking back over her shoulder at the
camera, proudly presenting her ample tan behind with two fingers pushing up
under her cheeks to give it an extra lift. All twelve photos were sent over to
Vanessa in a text.
Vanessa was looking through the submissions
from her followers.
“ON THE SET OF THE PRINCESS
SWITCH”
“MORE LEAKS”
“SHOW US YOUR ASS!”
“PICTURES WITH AUSTIN”
She scoffed at the last one
before pulling up the message from GG.
“Damn bitch, these are fucking
HOT,” she exclaimed. She scanned through all of them before returning to the
requests.
“PHOTOS FROM MEXICO”
“BARE TITS WOULD BE NICE”
“SPREAD YOUR ASS”
“Wow… are your guys’ requests as
perverted as mine,” she asked the girls. After comparing with the others and complimenting
her sister’s bravado and figure, Stella fired back at her sister.
“Ok well shit Nessa what are you
posting! If you think mine are so racy...” She joined Vanessa at the hip as
they scrolled Vanessa’s photo albums answering the question, ‘TIGHTEST TOP’.
“See? I’m not afraid to answer
these ones with some sauce! Do another,” Vanessa demanded “GG’s posting fucking
topless photos on her story, Jesus!”
The girls giggled as Vanessa
continued to scroll through her photos. One of the images she passed was her in
bed, alone, quite literally answering one of the prompts. Laying on her
stomach, with her arm extended as far down her body as possible, she used her
free hand to spread apart her cheeks, giving a glimpse of her tightest hole. The
tiny devil on her shoulder had her fantasizing about the impact of posting it,
but she quickly snapped back to reality. She kept scrolling, found a picture of
her posing in a bikini, and posted it instead to tame her inner exhibitionist. Vanessa
rested her phone on the seat beside her before rising to her feet, ready to
dance, energized from her second wind.
“Get UP sissy,” Vanessa
commanded. She pulled Stella to her feet and danced to the holiday classics in
their onesies. GG clapped from her seat watching the show.
“Oh! GG! Record this for my story
would you,” she asked. “Stelly, twerk with me!”
“What?”
“Come on don’t be a Debbie
Downer!”
The two were bent and shaking
through their onesies while GG recorded and laughed.
“YEEES gurl shake that booty!”
Vanessa of course went above and
beyond. It wasn’t long before she had them perched on the Christmas Tree, using
it as a prop for their erotic moves, substituting it for a pole. She pulled her
suit skintight around the front to really show off her curves to the camera
behind her. Her firm ass filled out the onesie, forcing a defined crease
between her round cheeks to form. It gripped the thin festive fabric in a
strangle. She dropped to her knees, slut dropping in the living room for her
friends and family. Vanessa mimicked bouncing up and down on a pole, her hands
out in front of her holding her steady, balancing on her toes.
Stella interjected, “sis, you are
something else.”
Vanessa looked over at her with
her tongue out in a seductive pout before returning her attention to GG.
“Do that thing Nessa, you know,”
GG asked her. She angled the camera a little higher as the recently single
firecracker slowly unzipped the front of her matching outfit, teasing the eventual
onlookers from behind their screens.
GG’s tongue copied, peaking out
to cover her own bottom lip with some spit before folding upwards, circling her
glossed puckered suckers.
“Yeah… ok girls, get a room! I’m
headed off to bed,” Stella remarked as she yawned with tired eyes.
The two lovebirds blew goodnight
kisses from the couch as they watched Stella walk to her room, bag in hand. GG
bounced up and made her way to the kitchen to top up their mimosas. Vanessa
watched what looked like a dangerous portion of champagne be poured into the orange
juice mixer.
“You trying to take advantage of
me GG,” she laughed.
“Last one slut. We gotta make em
count!”
The girls were already visibly and
audibly drunk, dancing, screaming, slurred speech, and lots of racy photos
browsed and posted. Vanessa grabbed one of the paper crowns from the table. She
gripped her flute glass with the length of her nails clinking around the base.
“Cheers bitch!”
They both downed half their
drinks before grabbing each other’s hands to continue their dance from earlier.
Bouncing up and down, Vanessa grinded her body against her friend’s, and celebrated
the success of the night with her sister and best friend.
Another two hours passed before
the girls stumbled down the hall, passing by closed doors shrouded in the dark
of the night; their bodies bounced from wall to wall like a game of pinball.
One of Vanessa’s hands was leading a wasted GG behind her, while the other met
her lips and signaled a “shush”. They finally found their way to her bedroom
and gave the door a shove behind them. In a matter of seconds, GG had pushed
Vanessa onto the bed and positioned herself on top before their lips touched.
Embraced in a drunken sloppy kiss, GG wasted no time in stripping her friend
topless out of her onesie. She unzipped the front and rolled Vanessa’s
shoulders out front underneath the arms. Her hand explored down the front as
her cold bracelets dragged against Vanessa’s stomach. The tips of her fingers
reached a familiar region but held position atop Vanessa’s mound, hovering over
her heat. She moaned under her dominant friend’s breath. GG pulled back and
stripped the rest of the holiday outfit off her before also disrobing. Naked
bodies met once again before tongues interlocked.
“You’ve teased me all day you
little slut,” GG whispered. “Now I get what I want.”
She slipped her tongue past
Vanessa’s and licked the inside tip. They drunkenly fumbled their tongues
together in the dark room while gently moans escaping from one another’s
mouths. In a missionary position with Vanessa still on her back, GG raised her
knee and grinded it against Vanessa’s sex.
“…and what is it you want babe?”
“MMM… you know what I want V.”
She reached her hand around the back of Vanessa’s ass, finding space between
her body and the bed, and gripped a cheek tight.
Vanessa leaned into the grip.
“You wanna fuck me, don’t you?”
GG nodded without breaking her
kiss.
“You want to fuck me with the
strap,” Vanessa asked in a breathy plea.
Another nod.
“Well, what are you waiting for,
babe,” taunting the naked woman on top of her.
GG immediately dismounted and
backed across the room to the closet. Sliding a drawer open, she removed a
black lacey corset, matching thin gloves, a harness, and a long, flopped
silicone cock. The paraphernalia looked to be eight inches long with a
pronounced head. She locked it in place
through the loop on the belt, just above her own groin, before standing at the
foot of the bed in front of her lover. Vanessa bit her lip and made a “come
here” motion with her fingers.
“You want this cock,” GG loudly
asks.
“Shhhhhhh! My sister’s asleep you
slut!”
GG met her at the edge of the bed
once more. She slapped the fake cock on her clit, forcing a returned moan from
Vanessa’s mouth.
“Would it be so horrible if she
overheard us,” GG replied with a devilish grin. She kissed her bestie deep on
the lips and slipped her tongue past her teeth.
She whispered, “shut up you drunk
whore. Just put it in!”
Vanessa’s hair was curled and
wild, spread across the middle of the bed in a Medusa-mess. With her hands at
her sides, she braced for impact. The Filipino heartthrob was rewarded with the
tip of simulated flesh knocking at her door. GG teased the tip on her hood
before pushing passed her barrier.
“mmmMMMMmmmFFF!”
“You want MORE,” GG asked.
“Yes… PLEASE! I need the whole
thing!”
“You want my big dick?”
Vanessa practically slid down the
shaft herself.
“PLEASE!”
The two’s sexual relationship began
not too long ago. It started innocent enough- casual bisexual banter swapping
of stories, and flirtatious looks, but one night after too many drinks, the
girls explored each other more intimately.
The minute the door closed on the cab, they had crossed that line. Often
Vanessa would play the brat and the GG the tamer. She liked to take the brat
role to really wind her friend up, playing with her food.
“I need you inside me GG, please,
right NOW!”
Per her request, six inches of
fake black cock slipped inside her folds.
“Uhhhhghhhhh!”
GG watched over top of her as a
smile formed on her face and a single bead of sweat dangling from her brow. She
cupped the bottom of Vanessa’s jaw in a choke.
“God, I love this…” she started
as she slowly pumped, “…pretty little FUCKING face. You look so adorable when
you’re taking cock V.”
Vanessa’s eyes closed and her
face quivered.
“You’re not,” GG continued,
“already?” A red rash quickly covered Vanessa’s cheeks and nose.
She sighed, “listen, you’ve been taunting
me all day and I just couldn’t wait. Holy fuck!”
Her bestie pecked her cheek
before tiptoeing down to her neck with her lips. She got to Vanessa’s
collarbone before sarcastically muttering, “how embarrassing.”
She pulled her cock out from
inside Vanessa and watched as the buildup of cream glowed against the black
texture in the dark room.
“Look what you did you slut, you
came all over my new strap.” GG pushed her knees off the duvet. “Who’s gonna
clean this?”
Vanessa knew her cue. She rolled
around the bed before making it to her hands and knees. Only moments after
begging for cock, she resumed the innocent brat role without hesitation. She
batted her big brown eyes and forced a pouty frown.
“I’m not cleaning anything,” she
fired back.
“Oh yes you are,” GG remarked
before pulling her friends head right up against the cock, parallel to her
face. Her fingers intertwined with Vanessa’s dark thick locks of hair. “You’re
gonna clean this like a good girl.”
Without giving the brat time to
respond, she lifted her head up and gave one of her cheeks some gentile slaps.
“Open up for me, baby,” she
commanded.
Vanessa obeyed. She opened her
mouth and unfurled her pink tongue like a red carpet to meet the sloppy cummy
tip. She gave it a lick before GG pushed the silicone cock inside. Vanessa
gagged upon first introduction, but quickly got comfortable with the girth. She
ran her tongue all along the middle of the shaft, where a ring of her own cum
had built up from the insertion earlier. GG pulled back so that explorative
tongue could work its way all the way around before scooping up any remaining
buildup. She curled her tongue and brought it back inside for a taste.
“Shit, she muttered under a quiet
breath, “I taste so good!”
Both the girls laughed, and GG
reintroduced the cock to Vanessa’s mouth. With a free hand, she took hold of
Vanessa’s tiny palm. Their hands met just below the base of the strap to GG’s
own entrance. Vanessa knew to straighten her index and middle finger before
being guided to part GG’s labia and slowly poke inside. She curled her knuckles
before stretching out her ring finger to tease her friend’s backdoor.
Vanessa worked her hand in and
out of her friend whilst having the same motions performed on her throat, inch
by inch. Her makeup started to run, and the whites of her eyes turned pink.
“Throat that big dick baby.
That’s it, you can do it. Good girl!”
The brat’s fingers curled against
GG’s hard g-spot, trying to remain focused on pleasuring her friend whilst cock
was being pumped harder into the back of her own throat. Four more seconds of
the anguish and she pulled back in an “I can’t breathe,” expression. GG pulled
out and let her gasp for air.
“You did so good this time baby!”
GG cooed whilst stroking her friend’s hair.
Vanessa was completely nude, dark
makeup running from her eyes, spit running down her chin, and her nipples had
turned pink from where GG had unconsciously but demandingly tortured them. Her
chest raised up and down while she regained her composure.
GG returned to a horizontal
position and pressed her warm body up against her friend. They stuck together
with a bond formed mostly by sweat. Her fingers found her way down to Vanessa’s
clit and started tickling.
“Are you gonna reward me now,”
Vanessa asked.
Two fingers slotted inside her
slowly pumped in a rhythm. Vanessa gazed down her naked body past her rock-hard
abs and raised bald mound. She watched her friend work her hand around her
pussy, in and out, using her thumb to tease Vanessa’s butthole. GG spread her
two digits in a V inside to get as much coverage as possible. She pushed her
thumb in past her best friend’s sphincter with a pop, scanning all the way back
up her naked body to watch Vanessa roll her head on the bed. She pulled a
pillow down and rested it up against Vanessa’s neck.
“Only dirty little sluts like
both their holes played with,” she teased.
Vanessa looked back with a stark
look, “you know what I am!”
She pushed her tongue out and
closed her eyes. GG pulled her fingers out of Vanessa and brought them to her
face.
“Here’s your pussy,” she said,
stuffing her index and middle fingers in Vanessa’s mouth. The bombshell closed
her lips around GG’s knuckles and sucked like she was rinsing at the dentists’.
She opened up and waited in anticipation for her next treat.
“And here’s your asshole.”
GG popped her thumb inside
Vanessa’s mouth. She clamped down on the short, curved finger immediately and
opened her eyes, seductively sucking on the forced pacifier. Even through the darkness
of the night, GG could tell Vanessa’s was enjoying herself.
“You like that taste, don’t you,
you crazy little slut?”
She nodded.
“God, you drive me crazy,” GG replied.
She aligned the black plastic to Vanessa’s dripping wet pussy. She let her
friend get one more suck off her fingers before replacing them with her lips.
They embraced for a deep kiss before GG plunged inside of Vanessa.
“FUCK!” She released a feminine
shriek into her friend’s mouth. She broke the kiss to look down at the cock
fucking her hole. She watched her folds part to make room for the thickness of
the foreign object. GG brushed Vanessa’s hair out of her face and tucked it
behind her ear.
“Don’t cum on me so early this
time,” she asked as she pumped inside of her friend slowly, “not yet.”
The blonde’s toned legs rocked
back and forth at the end of the bed, fucking her friend deep. Her glutes
clenched every time she pulled out. Sweat dripped from her hairline from the
late night work out. A puddle of liquid beneath her back and a damp spot below
her ass, Vanessa wrapped her hands around GG’s back. They explored the
definition and crevices the position created. Her breasts bounced wildly while
her chiseled abs built up a reservoir of sweat between the ridges. Between the intimate
moans, a wicked smile stretched across Vanessa’s face while she took cock. She
pulled her arms from GG’s back and reached them down to toy with herself.
“Get in there, take what’s
yours,” Vanessa demanded. With both hands, she smooshed both sets of index and
middle fingers together for them to meet at the outsides of her labia. The
inner pink walls were peeled back to let GG’s fake cock sink even deeper, as if
to show off the inside.
“Pound my pussy, RIGHT THERE
FUUUUUCK!” Drunk on lust, she completely ignored her earlier attempts to stay
quiet.
GG slowed her thrusts and
replaced them with long, hard strokes, bottoming out in Vanessa before pulling
back, slowly covering the black silicone with more and more of Vanessa’s cream.
When she thrusted hard back inside, the headboard smacked against the wall. She
pushed Vanessa’s legs up in the air, practically folding her in half, and
resumed her initial speed. The bottom of the bed posts squeaked against the
floor, and the slapping of the two girls’ thighs bounced between the four walls.
With the underside of Vanessa’s thighs pointed towards the ceiling, GG ran her finger
all the way up the sweaty skin until she reached the back of her knee.
Vanessa’s feet were flopping fast, following the same rhythmic pattern her fat
tits performed. Her toes curled, and every thrust transferred a moan from
Vanessa’s mouth to GG’s.
“Get up against the wall slut,”
GG demanded, panting. She shuffled her feet as she pulled Vanessa upright.
“Turn around.”
Vanessa was on autopilot; her
brain was functioning now to serve a list of inputs and commands like a
computer. A second ago, she was being filled to the brim riding her sexual
heaven, and now, out of nowhere, her dom was barking orders. She got up without
question and stumbled over to the wall. She pressed her entire chest flat to it
and spread her legs like she was about to be frisked.
Her friend approached. The strap
on hung from her waist, covered from tip to base in Hudgens’ branded cream. GG leaned
her front against Vanessa’s back. She angled her ass back so she could line up
her protruding member with Vanessa’s eager hole.
“Stick it in,” an exhausted voice
begged. “Oh GOD!”
GG found the entrance and quickly
resumed the speed that she had abandoned on the bed. Her thumbs rested on the
dimples positioned above Vanessa’s ass.
“I want it, I want it,” Vanessa
repeated. “Please!”
Vanessa reached her hands around
the backside of her lover and gripped her ass, pushing it towards her own body
in a desperate attempt to get GG deeper.
“Oh yessss GG! Fuck my little
pussy! Make me yours GG!”
GG held the side of Vanessa’s
face against the wall and stroked her hair while she bottomed out inside her.
Every thrust she took smacked against Vanessa’s ass, and in turn Vanessa’s body
responded by quivering and knocking her own knees hard against the wall.
“Don’t, fucking…” Vanessa
whispered between gasps, “stopppp! I’m so… fucking,” another deep gasp before
she blurted out, “CLOSE!”
Just as her tongue formed the
last syllable, she heard a load moan come from the room next door. Both the
girls paused, completely taken aback by the indistinguishable sound that
interrupted their lovefest.
Vanessa whispered to her friend, “what
the fuck was that?” Her heart was racing as she stumbled away from the wall.
“No fucking WAY.” She put two and
two together whilst frantically gathering a sweater from the messy floor. One
foot out the bedroom door, she motioned for GG to follow. They walked around
the hall’s corner and swung open the door to the guest room where Stella was
staying for the night only to find her equally as worn out. Vanessa looked on
as her little sister was sitting naked against the wall in a puddle of her own
juices, her glistening hand desperate to cover as much of her exposed body as possible.
“Well well well, what do we have
here GG?”
“I-I can explain, I’m sorry,”
Stella stuttered. She was only able to get to her knees before Vanessa reached
down to help grab her off the ground herself.
No words were exchanged before
Stella was kidnapped by her big sister into the room next door.
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