#bitingdcwn

"come onnn, no one's going to care," paris insisted, pink lips pursing in a pout at felicia. she was trying hard to get her best friend to blow her, which usually wouldn't be a problem—but they weren't exactly alone. the beach was packed with a million other college students on spring break, or so it felt. anonymity in numbers, though, and all that. "you can't come out of the ocean looking all dripping wet and hot like that and expect me not to get turned on. besides, look, there's people actually fucking—" paris grinned as she nodded at a couple down the beach who clearly had zero inhibitions. "i'm just asking you to suck my dick." so far, but she felt like that was written between the lines.

grace was a little nervous as she stepped up to the apartment door. she didn’t actually know carys all that well but from the moment they had started talking, grace felt as if she could tell her anything. it felt good to talk to someone about the problems in her relationship without being judged. it wasn’t that she was unhappy in her relationship, she just wanted a little more in the bedroom but she felt as if she’d be a bad girlfriend by approaching her and basically telling her that she wasn’t pleasing her enough. knocking on the door, she brushed her hands down her dress as the nerves started up again. she’d decided to wear a yellow summer dress that ended mid thigh while the front of it showed just enough cleavage. grace always liked to look nice so she hoped that carys would like it. biting on her bottom lip, grace wasn’t sure how long it had been when the door finally opened and the biggest grin appeared on her face at the sight of the other girl. “hi!” her voice was chirpy and she rocked back and forth on her feet. “i know we’ve been talking but it’s really good to see you properly.” grace already felt comfortable and she was glad that she’d turned up. stepping past the other girl, she walked into the apartment and glanced back at carys. “i didn’t bring anything with me, i hope that’s okay.”

"pleeease? you haven't fucked me since yesterday." faith pouted at her older sister as she clambered over her on the bed. she was shameless in how she straddled florence's hips, pussy seeking out that telltale bulge to lightly grind against. the gold cross necklace faith always wore spilled from her top as she leaned down—god forbid their parents have any reason to think the younger blonde wasn't their perfect angel. "i'll do anything you want," faith offered, biting her lip with a teasing smile. a genuine offer, as florence would know.

"i don't know, i was having trouble with a couple positions." paris mock-frowned as she approached felicia. she'd invaded her best friend's yoga class again, but she'd at least had the decency to wait until everyone else left to make her move—which she's sure felicia saw coming from the second she stepped in. they’d added the with benefits part to their friendship a while ago, after all. "do you think you could give me a more personal lesson, miss sousa?" paris couldn't resist batting her lashes, laying it on thick—but no thicker than the heavy shaft of her cock starting to show as a bulge in her yoga pants. "especially with that downward dog position… that was tricky. i think i need a really good, hands-on example to follow, you know?"

"good morning, slut," dom cooed, idly rubbing her cock against the blonde's soft lips as she came to. she waited as she woke up enough to remember why she was in a stranger's bed, enjoying watching it all flooding back in their eyes. "mhm, now you remember why your ass is sore, don't you?" she chuckled, casually slapping the heavy meat of her hard cock against the other's cheek—very related. as sorority co-president with addison, the two of them got first pick of new pledges last night. "welcome to your official day of service…" dom wasted no time swinging her leg over the blonde's face, casually straddling her to put her ass right on her mouth for her to eat her out. "now be a good slave and start licking. i want to feel lots of tongue while you enjoy your breakfast."

“i bought you a dress that i know will suit you,” she murmured with a grin as she looked over at her sister, biting on her bottom lip at the thought of the dress in her bag. nicole had tried it on herself so she knew her sister would look amazing init, plus there was the fact that it would make her look like nothing but a bimbo, which was exactly the style she was going for. “it’ll show off those gorgeous curves of yours...as well as other things.” the last part was murmured under her breath because it had been something she had been working on for a while. if her sister wanted anything, nicole made sure to get it for her and it had been that way for a few months and she was finally starting to escalate it a little further. “go and try it on for me sweetheart.” the red dress was tight, would stop in the middle of her thighs and was low enough to show plenty of cleavage. just thinking about it made her cock twitch and she was imagining how she would look bent over in the same dress. “and if you look as good as i think you’re going to....well i’ll make sure there’s a little reward in there for you somewhere.” they had fucked a few times over the months in return for material things but nicole was also looking to escalate that a little further too. “go on...go and try it on for daddy.”

dom: i had the worrrrst morning, ugh. why are people so dumb dom: are you at the studio today?? i could use a little distraction... as long as you don’t mind me bending you over and working out a little stress dom: you can help me find my center :) i’m pretty sure i left it balls deep in you last time i was there actually

there was nothing better than having to hear someone praise him for what kind of meals he could make. being the hot new chef at one of the city's finest restaurants at his age was practically close to impossible, so getting the attention was something that milo was seeking out more than ever now. he was thriving off them, especially with the woman that sat before him. she was so meek and so bashful expressing how much she had admire him, blissfully unaware of the attraction he was building up for her. suppose that was what happened whenever you stroke his ego nowadays. tucked away by one of the tiny hallways of the restaurant after hours, his hand already high up along her thigh with his thumb caressing such supple skin as if he were encouraging her to keep praising him. the man was even acting as if he wasn't up to no good, flashing her that smile of his as he tells her, "you really think anything i touch ends up delicious? how many times have you even tasted what i've made to think that way?"