“Did you like that?” Rebecca asked her. “Do you like to be f****d by a real man?” The voluptuous woman’s hand was busy between her legs while John rested atop Heather.
“Uh-huh. He’s wonderful.”
“You’re lucky I share him with you.”
“Uh-huh.” Heather was far enough away from a climax that she knew it wouldn’t happen, but that didn’t stop her from wanting one.
“I’m not going to share him again,” Rebecca told her bluntly with her hand frigging her p***y almost violently now. “You’d better f*****g enjoy it!” She let out a long, low, painful groan as she came.
Heather was jealous. Eventually John rolled off her and headed to the bathroom. “Can you unlock me?” she asked. For some reason she was angry now, being treated like an animal. While it was thrilling the night before to be humiliated
