01-06-2022, 05:31 PM
Hem, medium height and curvy, had ass and tits that belonged in porn. She had shoulder-length brown hair and matching brown eyes... a little Barbie doll. But this Barbie doll was the dirtiest fucking slut. God, I loved her.
Unnati was short, thin, but with a lovely ass. Her legs were toned, almost runner's legs, and her tits, while small, were perky, with perfect nipples. She had dark, straight black hair and gorgeous hazel eyes. My favorite feature of hers, though, was her smile, so sweet, deceivingly innocent, and those lips...
It was summer, and the smell of aloe vera lotion wafted between us under the fan. We laid on the carpet of our apartment in just bras and panties, ate popsicles, watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S, and a vodka shot every 5 minutes.
As you can imagine, it didn't take us long to get drunk, and not much longer than that to get *very* drunk. Before long, F.R.I.E.N.D.S was just noise in the background, like the squeak of the fan above us.
"I need a cock," Hem complained idly, with a sigh.
I smiled a little. Hem was *always* horny.
"Why?" I teased. "What would you do with it? Would you do...*this*?" With that, I slipped my popsicle between my lips, swallowing it like I would a man.
I couldn't decide in that moment which was better—cold, solid, melting in my mouth, coating my tongue with the tart taste of cherry, or hot and almost spongy, hardening between my lips and seeping salty-sweet precum.
The popsicle rewarded me for my efforts; I lost myself in sensation and fantasy, and I might have moaned around the dripping sweetness.
"No," I heard Hem breathe. "I'd do...this..." Her voice wavered as she said it; opening my eyes, I found her panties pulled to the side, her legs spread, and a very juicy-looking orange popsicle slipping into her cunt.
I looked over to Unnati, whose eyes were as enraptured by Hem's slit as I was. Without thought, I dropped my popsicle stick and crawled to Hem's feet.
"Do you need some help with that?" I asked, my voice sounding husky in my ears. Hungry. Wordlessly, biting her lip, Hem nodded.
Unnati was short, thin, but with a lovely ass. Her legs were toned, almost runner's legs, and her tits, while small, were perky, with perfect nipples. She had dark, straight black hair and gorgeous hazel eyes. My favorite feature of hers, though, was her smile, so sweet, deceivingly innocent, and those lips...
It was summer, and the smell of aloe vera lotion wafted between us under the fan. We laid on the carpet of our apartment in just bras and panties, ate popsicles, watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S, and a vodka shot every 5 minutes.
As you can imagine, it didn't take us long to get drunk, and not much longer than that to get *very* drunk. Before long, F.R.I.E.N.D.S was just noise in the background, like the squeak of the fan above us.
"I need a cock," Hem complained idly, with a sigh.
I smiled a little. Hem was *always* horny.
"Why?" I teased. "What would you do with it? Would you do...*this*?" With that, I slipped my popsicle between my lips, swallowing it like I would a man.
I couldn't decide in that moment which was better—cold, solid, melting in my mouth, coating my tongue with the tart taste of cherry, or hot and almost spongy, hardening between my lips and seeping salty-sweet precum.
The popsicle rewarded me for my efforts; I lost myself in sensation and fantasy, and I might have moaned around the dripping sweetness.
"No," I heard Hem breathe. "I'd do...this..." Her voice wavered as she said it; opening my eyes, I found her panties pulled to the side, her legs spread, and a very juicy-looking orange popsicle slipping into her cunt.
I looked over to Unnati, whose eyes were as enraptured by Hem's slit as I was. Without thought, I dropped my popsicle stick and crawled to Hem's feet.
"Do you need some help with that?" I asked, my voice sounding husky in my ears. Hungry. Wordlessly, biting her lip, Hem nodded.
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