Hell yeah, she does!

“Fuck Tes. Literally.” Millie, with judgment clouded by **** and consumed by the desire for ****, failed to see the big picture, and decided to take Barry up on his ill-advised offer.

Barry flashed a cheek-splitting grin; easier than he thought. “So we have a deal?”

“Hell yeah we do!” Millie responded with gusto.

—

Tes was starting to feel bad.

She deeply regretted her actions. Millie was worried about her, and Tessa responded to her kindness with misdirected vitriol and temper. Her misdemeanor filled her with guilt and weighed on her heart like a heavy stone.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed.

Tes realized that she had just received a message from Barry simply telling her to go up to one of the bedrooms upstairs. Dumbly, she complied, not really thinking anything of it.

Being absent-minded until she walked into the room, and found Millie giving the bastard a titjob!

Millie’s clothes were strewn in one corner, and her large bare breasts engulfed Barry’s cock as she squeezed them together and went up and down on the rock hard penis. The head was sticking out, and Millie took that into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the glans.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Tessa screamed.

“I’m receiving a titjob,” Barry said.

“I’m giving a titjob,” Millie said. “Oh! There we go...” Barry’s cock had released its semen all over Millie’s face, dripping down and collecting onto her breasts in large quantities. Millie giggled, swiped at a bit, and rubbed the cum into her pussy. “Time for the main event, Barrower?”

“Yeah, seems so,” Barry replied. The two got into position, with Millie s legs wrapped around Barry’s waist but with her hands on the bed as she got into an elevated wheelbarrow position. Millie fixed Tessa with a cold look. The anger in her eyes was palpable, making Tessa shiver.

“Look, Millie, I know I’ve been a terrible friend tonight! I’m sorry! Really, really sorry! But please, don’t do this...” Tes pleaded, wishing her friend would forgive her and stop this freak show from continuing.