The Corruption In The Air

She had left what protection the crucifix had offered the room.

The atmosphere was heavy and sexually charged, Willow looked down at her pajama pants and baggy t-shirt frowning. She didn't have the most attractive body, but she felt she wasn't flaunting enough to intrude on the couple.

Willow stripped off the shirt and threw it aside in the bathroom. Pushing up her bra and positioning it for optimal cleavage in the darkened mirror Willow smiled. Her own liberal character and constant desire for adventure having left her wide open to the Idol's blatant influence. Welcomingly so.

Strutting out to the living room Willow stopped to gaze at the glory going on the couch.

Sandra's now pornstar perfect body bounced atop Dillon's lap, her tits following in time delayed glory. Her lingerie hooking around her arms cupping the freed breasts, while the crotch sat unbuttoned.

Sandra smiled at the teen, happy to see they had finally attracted the attention they desired as she climaxed again pressing down hard on Dillon's now foot long cock.

As they basked in the new apex of pleasure Sandra leaned back against Dillon, his arms grabbing her knees and hoisting them to give their audience an unobstructed view and access to his cock as they resumed fucking tirelessly adding to the energy and pheromones corrupting not just the unit, but the entire building.

Willow continued towards the kitchen, thinking about what snack she came to have.

As she walked past the couch she felt Sandra grab her arm. “Join.. usss…” Sandra whispered between moans, her hands pulling the arm down towards her, guiding Willow towards her lips.

The kiss was mind-blowing, Willow dove deeper into it swapping saliva and entwining tongues with Sandra before being pushed away.

Sandra looked at her playfully before closing her eyes and cursing in delight at the new sexual plateau driving her crazy.

Willow bit her lip, she half wondered how badly Toni would scold her.

You pride yourself on being shameless.