Blurred Lines

 


It was one of those bedrooms where the couch faced the bed. She was barely dressed, with an oversized jersey as the only thing she had on. She had little to no recollection of the night’s events, but she wasn’t alone in the room.


She squinted her eyes; it was a blur. But he was there, on the bed with another woman!


Damn, how’d she get here?! Her body needed some attention, that was the one thing on her mind. It had been a horrible week, and she needed to release! But why? Who was she, and why was she all the way over by the couch? Fuccccckkkkkkkk, she wanted to yell but then again, she could help herself. She decided she would!.


He looked over at her, with no shame or regret, then started kissing the woman next to him. They were kneeling on the bed, both naked from what she could make out. Agh, what a fucking turn of events, surely! She could see the other woman’s body from where she was. She had cup-sized boobs, and her nipples stuck out sharply. Her booty curve was visible—light-skinned mami. The jealousy and envy dawned on her. How dare he? But she was too out of sorts to do anything!.


He took the other woman’s breasts in his mouth, taking turns with that beautiful set. She couldn’t help but get horny. She was witnessing live porn, and it fucking turned her on. She realized that she had agreed to this. By tapping into her mind deep enough, she’d wanted this. She’d been begging him to approach the other woman. Her sexual experiences in the past were wild. Kayla enjoyed being with women but had never experienced both genders together.


She had had threesomes with her and two guys, and with her and two other women. This was something new, and it lit a fire in her. She watched him devour the other woman’s body, then slowly removed the only piece of clothing she had on. Apart, she spread her legs wide, stuck her fingers in her mouth, then made her way down to her pussy.


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