I took a deep breath and opened my mouth; I didn’t push my tongue against her lips, but I suckled on her bottom lip and moving. “Fuck it, what the hell! What I need is more alcohol, apparently.” I ran a hand through my hair. It made her eyes look even more beautiful than usual, which was saying something. What’s going on with you?” Michelle straightened herself out, but she didn’t move far. Sometimes she was a man, and sometimes…
“You… You were Mitch? THE RING. More than that, she was my closest friend. “Are you okay, girl? Her cum was making splashing noises as my fingers curled against the walls of her tight sex, and as I played with her clit she began moaning my name over and over again. More than that, she was my closest friend. Let me take you home.” Michelle went to stand up. I hated guys.
