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Chapter 5 by ZincStandard ZincStandard

Will you?

Sure.

"Yeah, sure," you reply nonchalantly. Releasing the goth, you turn your full attention back to the punk, holding her by the hips once more and kicking your fucking into top gear. Though she seems placated, the blue-haired bitch offers no thanks, instead just turning her eyes forward again and letting you get on with it. She seems like she'd rather just pretend you're not even there.

You're not about to make that easy for her. A few more thrusts is all it takes. With a groan, you withdraw your cock from the punk's tight cunt at the last moment and release your load, spurting your first jet an impressive distance up her bare back. You feel her shudder against your grip on her hips—with disgust or pleasure, you can't say and don't really care—as you paint her with your spunk, leaving her back and her ass a sticky mess. Taking one hand off her waist, you stroke yourself, drawing out your own climax and pouring every drop of cum you can muster onto her body.

Too soon, your orgasm peters out, the last few drips of your load falling onto the punk's bountiful cheeks. Glancing around as you catch your breath, you find the goth bitch once again leaning back against the bar. Her gaze is trained on your cock and her friend's pussy, and while her eyes are still narrowed slightly, you're pleased to see she has a hand down the front of her panties, stroking her clit to the sight. Picking herself up, the freshly fucked punk turns back to her friend; her face twists in shock and affront. "What the fuck?"

"Sorry," the goth says with a shrug, still jilling herself. "But that was pretty hot."

The punk snorts and rolls her eyes. "Whatever. I should make you lick this shit off my ass."

The goth girl's blood-red lips curl in a smirk. "Yeah, I bet you'd like that."

Satisfied, you decide you don't need another drink after all. Your friend should be back from the bathroom by now anyway, and he's probably wondering where you are. Without a farewell to the pair, you turn to leave, steeling yourself to rejoin the crowd near the stage.

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