Call her bluff!

Why did she call him here?

Why was she dressed in such an outfit if she was going to rag on him and kick him out the door?

Just to be aggravating? Let off some steam? The latter was probably true to some extent, if the idea forming in Barry’s head were really the case.

The party of three was sitting at a low rectangular glass table, Mia on a separate posh seat while Barry and Sheila sat next to each other on a longer white couch. Barry stared at her from across the table for a short while longer, before deciding on his course of action.

Sheila came here of her own accord as she had a feeling that the hot-headed, headstrong Mia called Barry here only to harangue him.

She was here to help talk and smooth things out if that were the case, as well as — though she would not admit it outright— be here for the rebound if Barry got thrown out. As it would turn out, Sheila Satra being here was simply serendipitous for Barry.

Earlier, Sheila had turned red at the words ‘fucked you good’, but her blushing only got harder as Barry looped his arm around her, drew her closer to him, and gave her breast a good squeeze. “Mm!” The involuntary sound came out of her mouth as the motion was completely unexpected, and she started letting out a low moan as Barry’s hand continued to grope her.

“Wh— what are you—” Mia spluttered, taken aback by the sudden turn of events.

“What am I doing?” Barry asked. “Seems you have some doubts, Mrs. Meadows. You’ve been surrounded by too many spineless men, it seems, so I thought I would show you what initiative looks like and give a little demo.”

“Um, mm, Barry?” Sheila asked trepidatiously, struggling to get her words out past her moaning. What do you mean by th—”

—

“That’s so good, Barrower! FUCKK YEAH!” Sheila groaned. “Harder, harder, that’s right, ohhhhh fuuccckkkkk~”

Mia Meadows could only stare wide-eyed at the scene taking place in front of her, as Sheila lay on the floor, flat on her back, getting pounded by Barry. Sheila’s clothes were discarded to one side, giving Mia a perfect view of how her huge tits bounced with every thrust, as well as Sheila’s expression of pleasure as she moaned and called for Barry to fuck her into the ground.

“How-do-you-like-IT!” Barry growled, taking the time to enunciate every word while not letting up on his pace and power.

“Fuck yes I love it fuck fuckk fuuuuuckkkk!” Sheila screamed. “I’m your little fucking whore, give me that cum, baby!”

“You want it so bad, huh? Take it all, you little slut! Here it comes!”

“HRMEAHHHH!!!” Sheila orgasmed right as Barry unloaded inside of her, causing her to arch her back as her body froze up with sheer pleasure, before convulsing back up and down as she recovered from the high. Her body glistened with sweat, and her unfocused eyes could only stare blankly up at Mia.