A Familiar Face

Danni’s throaty giggle dissolved into a wet, eager moan as she sank to her knees, the latex of her minidress straining taut over the curve of her ass. The redhead arched into the attention, fingers tangling in Danni’s freshly bleached curls, her glossy lips parting around a sigh.

James’ breath hitched, not at the obscene slurping sounds, the bob of Danni’s head, the way her manicured fingers kneaded the redhead’s latex-slick thighs, but at the realisation dawning cold in his gut.

The redhead wasn’t just any sissiboi, they were...