She Sways Rose

“She doesn't believe how much we like it. Want it. I mean, I, her sister even want it. Maybe we should show her.” Caitlin whispered to Rose, Rose's heart skipping a beat as she felt more assured in her attraction and the dirty thoughts she was having of her friend.

Even her sister was thinking the tail was hot.

Making out passionately with Caitlin she relished the feel and pressure of the other woman's hands on her.

“Tell her.” Caitlin prompted in a husky voice stepping away to lay on the bed, her short skirt doing little to conceal her glistening pussy.

Rose paused for a moment, watching as Caitlin sprawled out like some webcam girl on the bed, a hand fidgeting near her bare, exposed pussy.

“Well..” Caitlin stated giving Rose a knowing look.

The frazzled girl was dealing with sexual impulses she had never imagined, as she found herself stuck glancing between her friend's phallus tail and their sister's wet pussy.

“I want it.” Rose stuttered, quickly shaking her head, “I mean, I… I want you…”

Dark thoughts dug in deeper to Marissa's mind, pushing aside her sheepish moral character. “Want me to what?” Marissa half couldn't believe the confidence and brutish tone of the reply. Subconscious she was hooked on Rose simply saying she just wanted it, so in personal and promiscuous.

Rose felt a knot in her stomach, her tongue held back by a bitten lip as she almost uttered the dirtiest response of her entire life. “Use me.” The desire backing the words dripped with hunger and desperation

Rose felt excitement at her relinquishing any possible control she had over the situation. Her mind already assured this was going to be the most perverse act of her life.

Caitlin moaned at the arousing stand off, masturbating at the duo as they both looked to her for a moment before sizing each other up. The pause was growing too long, there was a chance the tension would ease without breaking out into sexual acts.

“Show her what you offer.” Caitlin heckled, smiling mischievously as Rose responded smoothly with pulling up and discarding her shirt.

Her bra dropping away with an almost callousness, Rose's pert b cups briefly bared before she bent over stripping her ripped jeans and panties with a shuffle of her hips.

As she kicked her jeans free of her legs she placed a hand on her hip shifting it out to one side in a confident pose. “Well?” Rose couldn't believe her confidence and gusto, she just felt compelled. Rolling her tongue in her mouth she half questioned what she was doing, dismissing those thoughts as over thinking she glanced to the audacious masturbator and grinned.

This would be fun.

She wanted this.

Right? Her doubts grew as the sexual tension stood between her and Marissa, Rose hesitant to provoke her friend who obviously was themselves dealing with the changes that Rose was already eager to welcome. Despite something feeling wrong about it.