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Chapter 15 by Yarkoz Yarkoz

Who sets the pace now, Ashley or Heather?

Ashley, and she wins

With her feet still past her head, Heather congratulated herself on her morning stretches. Without them, Ashley's railing wouldn't have felt this incredible. Unfocused eyes caught Ashley's confident determination on her face, complete with a sly, upturned corner of her lips. Heather swore that dildo of hers twitched in anticipation.

"You like... ah fuck, fucking me Ash?" Heather attempted to slap back into the blonde's hips, but the positions of Origasmi didn't allow the paper a say in how it was folded.

"What did you say, darling?" Ashley redirected the pressure away from her knees, kneading across her thighs. Heather relaxed her legs to Ashley's shoulders, crimping her feet into place. Heather shuddered as Ashley pummeled her at impossible depths.

"Y-You like--"

"What? Say that last part again?"

"F-fucking me..."

Her appendage sculpted her again. The more Ashley worked her, the softer she became, and the less resistance her mind committed to the fight. Pleasure routed her from every position, and her own body acted as a double agent when Ashley scraped her G-spot once more.

Ah, fuck, Heather accepted the coming defeat. All hail the conquering hero.

Ashley towered over her, expertly revolving her waist, with momentum carrying her more than actual effort. Still, her forehead beaded, her eyes sharpened, and her quiet groans mutated into hard grunts. If she were a man, Heather would have expected an imminent eruption.

"I still can't hear you," she purred.

"Fucking--"

"What, sexy?"

Heather blinked. She knew the conjugation Ashley wanted to hear. Despite herself, a familiar pressure grew in her loins. "Fuck me!"

"Say it again."

"Fuck me, Ashley!"

"Say it again."

"I said fuck me, you blonde fucking bitch! Take me, use me, whatever you want, just FUCK. ME."

Ashley's eyes widened as her best friend thrashed on the bed. Her feet hooked around her neck, rippling in powerful jolts. She screamed until her throat ran dry, ending with harsh gargling that slowly died in a serious of coughs.

Ashley giggled and gently kissed an ankle.

"The first time is always the best," Taylor confided into Heather's ears. She never heard it. Her brain needed to recover from its crushing blow.

****, she inwardly smiled. I'll get it, Ash.

Does Heather get to exact her , or can Ashley rout her again?

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