It's Chloe

Brandon ignored the first knock, savoring the feeling of Ashley frantically bobbing on his cock. He knew he might cum soon, and even if he didn't, he knew she was just about to mount him and ride both of them into fantastic orgasms. But then another knock...

"Hey, it's Chloe..."

Brandon paused, hoping she'd go away before another knock came.

"Yes?" he responded a little more weakly than he intended.

"Kurt and I are making a run into town, is there anything you need?"

"Yes!" Brandon yelled out as he quickly sat up. "give me a few minutes and I'll meet you downstairs to explain it."

"Are you kidding me?!?" Ashley exclaimed, glaring at Brandon.

"Trust me, this is important. If it wasn't I wouldn't interrupt... this." Seeing her ****, angry expression he added, "We need more privacy. I promise, PROMISE, later we'll get away, on our own, and finish this.

Brandon jumped up and quickly threw on some clothes. She observed him pause for a moment and quietly whisper through what she thought was the 1927 Yankees lineup. She only knew that because they'd been interrupted once after school. They thought they'd be alone, but his younger sister Madison had come home earlier than expected. He'd started rattling off the names to make his throbbing erection go down. She'd had laughed if she wasn't so frustrated. In a moment he was out of the bedroom. She flopped back onto the bed. Her and Brandon had been so hot and heavy for so long, this feeling of unsatisfied need was new to her.