You recognize the quiet squeak of the door swinging open, and then closing again. Soft footsteps pad across the floor towards you, and for a moment your heart skips a beat, afraid that Jezzie has come back for more “fun.”
But then a hand touches your chest, and its gentle caresses couldn’t be further from Jezzie’s cruel scratches. You know how vulnerable you are right now, and it makes you unbearably curious about whose hand this is, and what they want from you.
Your second question is answered with a hot breath on your ear and a quick sexy whisper of “So . . . just how incredible ARE you at licking pussy?”
You have just enough time to remember when Jezzie opened the door before, allowing anyone to overhear her when she made her final threat to you, when the bed shifts with new weight and you feel two smooth thighs sandwich your cheeks. Her legs rub against your skin as she finds a comfortable position, and light fabric tickles the top of your head and upper chest, telling you that this girl is wearing a miniskirt and, you assume, no underwear. Whoever this is (and you couldn't recognize her voice from the short whisper), she definitely came prepared.
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