Everything she needed to

Gia’s hips flexed and convulsed on Logan’s lap, savoring the feeling of his cock deep inside of her. Her panties dangled from a high-top covered ankle as she lifted and dropped herself onto her boyfriend, huffing with desire. Logan was only just able to get his pants around his shins before Gia pounced on him, forcing him into her soaking wet cunny with all her weight and jamming her tongue deep down his throat. Only during certain reprieves did she extricate herself from his lips to let him moan his approval.

“Jesus Christ you’re a fucking animal,” he grunted, digging his fingers into the bare flesh of her ass.

“You kept me waiting. I need to make up for lost time.” She whispered, running her hands under Logan’s tee shirt to graze her nails against his skin.

“Maybe I should do that more often.”

Gia pulled a hand out from his shirt and smacked Logan across his cheek. He leaned his head back and smiled.

“Don’t even think abo —“

Logan interrupted her with a smack of his own, bringing a hand down on her ass before gripping her hips tight and thrusting hard up into her. A low growl came from his girlfriend’s throat as Logan redoubled his efforts, feeling her nails dig into his scalp. The **** of it almost drove Gia over the edge.

“Jesus Christ. Fuck!”

Logan’s deep thrusts turned slower as he recovered from the sudden burst. Gia was still panting when she **** herself down and smacked him again.

“That all you got?” she taunted.

Logan spanked her again, causing Gia to stifle a gasp as she resumed her riding. Again she hit him. Again he hit back. A grunt came from his girlfriend’s closed lips. She smacked him again and this time couldn’t stifle the moan that followed another slap on her ass.

Bree saw only the next smack from Gia interrupted by Logan’s arm as he gripped her throat and once again thrusted up into her, bouncing her on his lap as her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open. Logan’s rush to leave made a lot more sense as she once again felt a tingle where his hands had gripped her waist, the same hands that now manhandled his girlfriend as he fucked her with wild abandon.

Bree loved Trey. She loved how he made her feel when they were alone together. She loved how he treated her. She loved how they made love tenderly and beautifully. This was a new territory. As she caught a glimpse of Logan and Gia, she focused on the strong hand around the goth girl’s neck and the sheer unadulterated pleasure pouring out of Gia's face in a muffled moan through the car window. Gia was being fucked. As a dampness grew between Breanna’s legs and a fire spread from Logan’s phantom handprints up to her chest, Breanna thought one thing and one thing only: I want that.