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We spent the next hour or so just relaxing in bed, talking with both our mouths and our bodies. Luckily Liam didn’t leave me room to think, because if he had I probably would’ve had a panic attack about how literally anyone could find pictures of me with cum all over my face. Sure, it looked kind of hot, but … you know. Also slutty as hell.

Soon after, we heard the crunch of wheels on the gravel driveway, and scrambled to cover up any trace of our … activity before our parents opened the door. I just about had time to check some of the new comments before Liam shut his laptop down.

Lillith: Love that cute pink pussy

Michael: I have completed my task, Mistress

OP: did you enjoy it?

Michael: Yes, Mistress, I loved the taste of my own cum

OP: good. Do it again

“You done?” Liam asked with a smirk.

“Yeah.”

The sound of the front door opening came from downstairs. “Hey guys,” Dad called up.

“Hey,” I called back; as I did so, I brushed my hand over the front of Liam’s jeans and felt him tremble in response. Man, I’ve got him wrapped around my finger, I remember thinking to myself as his pants tented.

“What are you doing?” he whispered, grabbing my wrist.