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Chapter 8
by Zigurat
Does Francis take pity on Claire? Perhaps advantage? Does he want to see some lesbian action?
Claire gets an advantage
“Claire,” Dolores said, seeing small tears beginning to well in her friend’s blue eyes, “Don’t take it that way. I’m still you’re friend, ‘kay? Please, don’t cry.”
“Well, what if I do?” the brunette sniffed. “What’re you gonna do about it?”
Francis quickly whispered in the redhead’s ear.
“I’ll, I’ll kiss you,” she offered her study partner.
“Wherever I want you to kiss me?” Claire smiled slyly as she listened to the invisible man.
“Wherever you want,” Dolores nodded quickly. “Just don’t cry, please.”
“Then you’ll kiss me here,” Claire commanded, shoving her khaki capris and the black thong to her knees.
“But, but Claire!” the redhead gasped. “I, I said-”
“That you’d kiss me wherever I wanted,” the brunette interrupted. “Now, are you going to get to work or shall I start crying and make a spectacle of myself?”
With a gulp, Dolores leaned close to her friend, her nose filling with the brunette’s heady scent, and began to lick and kiss at the shaven pussy.
“Ooh, yes,” Claire moaned as the redhead lapped and nipped at her clit. “That’s, that’s just want I, ooh, needed. Ah, ooh, oh.”
Francis watched with glee as Dolores orally pleasured her study partner, her own thick nipples stiff and hard with excitement. Reaching for her breasts, the young man pinched at the sensitive pink tip, eliciting a loud moan into Claire’s pussy.
“Do that again, D!” the brunette cried. Francis poked and prodded at the redhead’s warm mounds, causing the young woman to breath hard and erratically, into her study partner’s vagina.
“Yes!” Claire cried, quivering and shaking with lust. “Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!” She thrust her crotch hard into the redhead’s face repeatedly, her juices flowing with abandon.
“Yes!” the brunette cried with one final thrust, wrapping her legs about Dolores’ head, her body spasming with ecstasy. Exhausted by the redhead’s oral activities, Claire laid back on the grass, a wide grin painted across her cum-stained face.
“Now, oh, me!” Dolores moaned, her cheeks covered with Claire’s fluids and stimulated by the invisible man’s hands.
“Practice fucking,” the brunette said weakly. The redhead stared at her friend in shock. She has a point, Dolores thought. That would get me off. Shucking her jeans and the light blue panties off, the young woman knelt on the grass, thrusting her ass in the air and waiting for a cock to fill her.
Does Dolores receive the attention she wants?
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