But the respite was short-lived. Samantha’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body a canvas of pain. I mean, it’s not like that. With a sadistic glint in her eyes, she stood behind them, her cock still hard from the shower. “But hey, think of the baby shower. She hissed, her body tensing up for a moment before she relaxed, allowing him access. His tongue danced around the tip, exploring the slit, tasting the precum that beaded there. Her strokes grew more insistent, moaning as she fucked Samantha’s face and watched the play of emotions across her features. His skin was slick with sweat, his chest a canvas of muscles and scars. Rea had been a tomboy back then, her mother’s dresses and ribbons abandoned in favor of hand-me-down sweatpants and oversized t-shirts. “What the fuck, Rea?” he spat out, his voice a mix of anger and fear.
