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SHANE

“Yeah.”

“After one more kiss.”

“Okay.”

She threw herself at me. Tracy attacked with such a fervor that I actually stumbled back, bumping my head against the wall. But the second her lips made contact with mine, all that was forgotten. I disappeared into the sugary sweetness of her embrace, hungrily wrestling her tongue with my own. My hands lashed out, squeezing and fondling her epic, braless tits—YES—reveling in the way Tracy’s abundant soft flesh overflowed around my fingers.

“Mmm!” she moaned into my mouth.

I opened my eyes and looked in the bathroom mirror, delighted to see the reflection of Tracy’s sumptuous, bare-naked ass staring back at me. The urgent groping of my hands on her boobs had the unexpected side-effect of hiking Tracy’s shirt up higher and higher, until she was totally nude from the chest down. Below, her excited hands on my butt had done the same exact thing to my underwear, gradually shifting it down further and further, until my agonizingly hard penis was exposed and grinding directly against the smooth skin of her belly.

“Oh shit,” I groaned.

A year ago, when Ria and I had first discussed fooling around with our two best friends, we’d decided on a firm “no sex” policy. But with the way things were going, was that rule even still in place? Tracy’s voluptuous, half-naked body was just begging to be fucked.

Ria would understand, wouldn’t she? If I just planted Tracy’s ass up on the bathroom counter right then and there, and buried myself in her sweet cunt? Ria would understand, Connor would understand—deep down, wasn’t it what we all really wanted, anyway?

Tracy suddenly grabbed hold of my erection and started pumping—HOLY FUCK THAT FELT GOOD. Our tongues and lips mashed together, drinking fire. Moaning, groaning...