She stays by Holly's side

I can't leave her!

She scoots into the booth, lifting Holly's slender legs and placing them over her lap, tucking in tight beside her **** friend, their bare legs brushing against each other. Holly lets out a groan of pleasure. Leah holds up the capsule, aware of how wet with Holly's juices it is, and peers at it. It's mostly still full.

Must have only been a tiny bit. What is this stuff? Some kind of weapons-grade aphrodisiac?

Holly let’s out a throaty moan which cuts through Leah’s thoughts. “Oh daddy yes”

Leah’s breath catches, and she feels a stiffening in her nipples. She looks down at Holly, who’s thighs brush together softly, her hand lazily resting on her lower stomach. She is clearly having one hell of a good dream.

Leah bites her lip, letting her hand fall onto Holly’s thigh. Her friend shifts unconsciously, one hand sliding along her own breasts. Her brows furrow and her tongue slides out, in a look of cock-drunk joy.

“Gimme your super-soldier cock daddy.” She whines.

Leah’s never heard another woman - let alone Holly - talk like that. Suddenly it’s like a switch is flicked in her head, and she finally gets the whole daddy thing.

Her chest flutters, and she strokes Holly’s legs, running a hand from her delicate little feet, up to her mid-thigh. Her skin is hot to the touch, and so is Leah’s. She tries to control her breathing.

“Is daddy fucking you hard?” She murmurs, before she can stop herself.

“Mhmmm.” Holly whines in the affirmative.

“Oh fuck.” Leah squeaks. She really shouldn’t… but. Her hand travels under Holly’s dress, slides aside her skimpy thong, finds her sopping wet folds.

Her fingers curl inside her friend, teasing open her slick pussy, working up inside her. Her thumb finds Holly’s delicate clit with ease, tracing small circles around it.

Holly moans.

“Is that good? Is that what daddy’s cock feels like? I wish I could feel daddy’s cock.” Leah murmurs, leaning over her friend, her lips brushing her ear as she whispers to her.

Holly’s thighs press together, squeezing around Leah’s hand, as the redhead works her deftly. Leah feels herself growing wet, and a heat rising in her loins as Holly squirms, letting out another moan. Leah joins her, whimpering in pleasure as she toys with her friends clit.

Her thigh slides over Holly’s and her crotch presses against her friends hip, grinding in place even as she works a third finger inside Holly’s tightness. They moan together. And then Holly’s eyes open.

She looks up at Leah hazily, then grins slowly.

“Hey.”

The next moment, her head tips back, and she climaxes with a soft wail. Leah feels her own stomach summersault, not with an orgasm, but with a wave of pleasure and satisfaction.

Holly looks back up at her, grinning sheepishly. “I had a great dream, but the wake up was even better. I had no idea you were that kinky.”

“Neither did I.” Leah admits, “I just… you seemed so… was that okay?”

“More than okay.” Holly nods enthusiastically. She sits up, drawing her legs in and kneeling next to Leah on the couch.

“Still friends.”

“Definitely still friends. Are you kidding?” She grins. “Do you want me to. You know?”

She places a hand on Leah’s upper thigh.

Fuck yes I do.

But Leah contains herself. “Yes. But, maybe later? That stuff really did a number on you and I want to make sure you’re okay before anything too crazy happens.”

Holly gives her a peck on the cheek. “Okay, buy me a drink first. Then I’ll put out.”

“Deal!” Leah giggles.

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