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Chapter 7 by Imhotep Imhotep

Do they have private party?

Jane's party.

“Kiss me." Jane says in a sneering tone of voice, as she lowers her face down until it meets with Ellen’s, and their lips press against one another’s, Ellen lying passively on the bed as Jane’ tongue slid across her lips. Then, Jane moves one of her hands on Ellen's knee, and smiles at the passive blonde, happy that she gives in so easily. Jane kisses her again, and notices the lace of response, and the dead look in Ellen’s blue eyes.

Jane's hand slipped under Ellen's skirt., and begins to fondle and caress her pussy mound through the sheer nylon material of her pantyhose, and her thin, silken panties beneath. Ellen gasps despite not wanting to show any emotion, to give as little as possible to Jane, hoping that the horrid, domineering girl will give up, and let her leave in peace.

But even as Jane vigorously rubbed her fingers back and forth over Ellen’s mound, she took ahold of her sweater, and pulled, exposing the flat expanse of her belly.

"You don‘t fool me, Ellen. I know you love this, you want it, I can feel your pussy getting warm and wet right now, so don‘t try to te me its not true." Jane whispered, as she lifted her lips from Ellen’s. Ellen face flushed red with embarassment and humiliation because Jane was able to tell that in at least some small way Ellen was aroused and turned on by Jane’s domination of her, evem while she detested the snotty bitch. Jane’s fingers quickly found the clasp of Ellen’s bra, and pulled it apart, exposing Ellen’s pert, juicy breasts, each topped by a hard pink nipple.

Jane squeezes and rolls one of the tender, nipples between her fingers, enjoying the feel of it, of Ellen’s whimpers, and the taste of Ellen’s flesh as she kissed down the blonde’s neck, and down between her breasts. Ellen closed her eyes, and Jane thrust one of her legs between Ellen’s, and nudged Ellen’s legs apart. “You’re getting nice and wet, aren’t you, you horny slut?” Jane said, lifting her face briefly from between Ellen’s tits.

Ellen's skirt was taut across her waist, Jane’s hand moved up from Ellen's wet pussy, and grabbed the waistband of her pantyhose, and began to pull them down.

Does Ellen finally resist? Do You or Amy come to her rescue?

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