Do you want to be my little slave?”
“Um, no,” Sarai answered, shifting on the couch. Anal sex “I think I love you.”
“You only think?” I asked in a mock, scandalous tone. And they made me Antsy’s sex slave.”
“Really?” Sarai asked, an excited glint popping into her dark eyes. But I also trusted Diane. I was there. “Sure. Kristina’s hand on my thigh slid higher and higher, dipping beneath my skirt. Short for Samantha.”
“Sorry,” Kristina muttered. She shivered and moaned, her hands wrapping about my black hair streaked with red highlights, using my locks to pull my lips tighter into her pussy. “You passed out,” Kristina smugly stated. I hopped into my car, started the engine, and drove off.




















