The Couple

"Forgetting something Pressy," the Goth chirped up, her arms wrapped around her girlfriend. There was a pregnant silence as she waited for her girlfriend to catch up. She nudged her blonde-headed lever. "Yeah! She owes us one!"

"Hmm," the Amazon mewed. She turned her head to the side, her curly bobs bouncing. Andy could see the wheels turning in her head as she struggles to place the conversation.

"Last week you said that we could get the first pick of the boys!" The blonde bimbo exclaimed, raising her hand as if this was a class.

"Hmm. Oh! Well, you had your tongue up my ass! I would have agreed to anything!" The Amazon joked. She absent-minded pressed her legs together, remembering the hours of squirting orgasms the girls had given her. Bitchy squirmed from his seated position. He had shared with Andy that he was **** to watch for that entire hours-long sex session, forbidden from touching his penis and providing drinks and towels before being **** to go to bed with backed-up balls. The Amazon sighed before smiled languidly. "A promise is a promise, go ahead of you two."

"What do you say beautiful," the Goth said to her partner situated in her lap. With a practiced stroke, she teased the Blonde's jawline, raising gooseflesh under her touch. She whispered in her partner's ear with a sexy whisper. "Want to pick the small one and dress him up again." The Blonde nuzzled back at her girlfriend before biting her lip in anticipation.

"Tempting," she noded before stepping off her lover. "Today I'm in the mood for something a little more..." she beelined over to the Andy, wrapping around of his sold arms. She looked up to him, smiling. "Solid."

The Goth scoffed and crossed her arms. "Tch, fine."

After being in this house for so long, the boys had become well aware of this dynamic to their relationship. When it came to the other members of the house, the couple was as free-wheeling as the rest of them, if not more so. Each girl in the house (even the vice president) would spend as much time in their shared room as they would in their own room. If their bed was being shared by one of the men however, the Goth would get possessive and jealous. The boys knew to make themselves scarce for the next couple of days as crossing her path would come with a strong spanking or a spiteful request for deep cleaning on an already immaculate room.

"Oh, be nice," the blonde, nonplussed by her lover's moods. The couple got up and led the studly lover to the second floor of the house, to their shared room. The walls were a mixture of cute anime characters and heavy metal bands. Their large queen-sized mattress was decorated with pink sheets with a cartoon purple cat with X's in its eyes. Two of them nuzzled together as they sat down on the edge of the bed. The Goth looked at him with some contempt. "Well, what are you waiting for, a written invitation? Strip."