SOMEONE HELP! “Cum for me,” Rea demanded, her voice a low, guttural growl. You’re his girl. “Your not dont yet you back stabbing cockwhore.”
Rea grabbed Samantha by the hair and turned her over onto her back, her cock glistening with their combined juices. Her breaths grew ragged, her body tightening with the approaching release. “Please don’t do this.”
But Rea was deaf to her pleas, her mind a whirlwind of anger and desperation. She wasn’t going to let her friend get away without facing the consequences of her words. She grabbed a nearby bottle of shampoo, holding it like a weapon as she backed away, her eyes never leaving Rea’s. Her hand continued to fumble with her cock, the strokes now erratic and painful. The towel fell away, leaving Samantha exposed and trembling, her eyes wide with shock and fear.
