Brookes raging

We look at each other. “Brooke” we both say, me in fear and her in excitement. “Follow me. I’ve got a plan.” I follow Emma to my front door. She undoes the dead bolt, jumps in my arms, and then reaches over to open the door. As Brooke swings the door open, she shoves my dick in her pussy, slowly humping me as I hood her up. “{Brooke} honey, I’m really, really busy right now. What do you need.”

“What the fuck mom. There’s no fucking way this is going on.”

“What Brooke. You did call him a mother fucker. And he’s fucking me really good. Besides, you ditched him. He’s free game, and it’s my turn to play. You had your chance. And you gave it up. Now shoo. I’m really enjoying myself right now. You never told me how good his dick was. Guess you missed out on that, too.

“You bitch. You dirty bitch. I can’t fucking believe you. How could you. How the fuck could you. You fucking bitch.” Brooke screams out, tears welling up in her eyes. “Brooke, I told you that you fucked up. And I told you that you didn’t have long to get him back. And now, well now you’ve ran out of time. He’s mine now. Now go home sweetie. Let us have the rest of the night in peace. He’s fucking my brains out tonight, aren’t you baby?”, she says, scruffing up my hair as she shuts the door, and I carry her back to the bedroom.