Clean up and fondling by Denise.

“Well, we’ll see if Denise can do something since you’re too big of a slut to be bothered keeping yourself clean,” Todd remarked. I followed the camera as Todd brought it to bear on his second favorite subject (I can confidently report that I had definitely earned the most screen-time).

What I saw was Denise was making herself more presentable, starting with her shirt, although that was not too much work since she settled for the single button between her tits. Then she took a hold of her skirt and began to unbunch it. It was a bit wrinkled as she pulled back down over her ass but that only added to her slut look.

“Put your shorts back on, tie up that shirt, and I’ll see what I can do about your face,” Denise told me.

Redoing the top was easy but finding my shorts took a minute. They had been wadded up in a ball and tossed aside.

Jocks.

At least they were still intact, although they were also still wet. What can I say? I was one horny little bitch.

I tugged them back up my legs, ignoring how filthy they were. Given that my pussy was absolutely soaked, it didn’t really matter what state my shorts were in. I knelt down to pick up my belt and felt Denise’s breath on my back. She squeezed my ass firmly and pulled me up and around.

Taking the belt out of my hands, Denise began to thread it around my hips. Her breath smelled of cum and as she pulled me closer by the waist I found myself leaning in, letting my mouth settle over hers. I had just started to tease her lips when her mouth opened.

This wasn’t any chaste kiss. I guess Denise wanted to make sure I knew who was in charge of this fuck-fest. Letting go of my belt she grabbed the back of my head in both hands and just abused my tongue with hers, shoving it into my mouth like a cock. My breathing went ragged as I struggled to breath through my nose while Denise tried to push her tongue down my throat.

A/N: A little short but hopefully the uptick in action is acceptable.