Diane moans when Roland closes his eyes and she can't believe how brilliantly pornographic this day has turned out to be. She's positive Roland is as insane as she is, and she really doesn't understand half the shit he goes on about, but jesus if he isn't one of the sexiest men she's ever laid eyes on. Everything about him just does it for her. And the sight of other people's hands on his body, on his cock, of him kissing some man...even if she wasn't in the middle of her own orgy situation, she's pretty sure that would provide masturbation material for months.
She leans over the table to blow another line, hands still on the woman next to her, when someone wraps an arm around her waist, fingers splayed on her stomach, and a male voice in her ear asks "can I fuck you?"
Her skin is prickly all over and she's pretty sure she's so wet she might as well be melting so she breathes "yes" before she turns to kiss the woman again. Guiding her onto her back so Diane can give him access. She on all fours and he's got a hand on her hip, the other spreading her cunt and while she kisses her way down the woman's stomach, nipping at her inner thighs and inhaling the smell of her.
Diane is pretty sure this is how she wants to die.
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Date: 2018-03-15 06:35 pm (UTC)She leans over the table to blow another line, hands still on the woman next to her, when someone wraps an arm around her waist, fingers splayed on her stomach, and a male voice in her ear asks "can I fuck you?"
Her skin is prickly all over and she's pretty sure she's so wet she might as well be melting so she breathes "yes" before she turns to kiss the woman again. Guiding her onto her back so Diane can give him access. She on all fours and he's got a hand on her hip, the other spreading her cunt and while she kisses her way down the woman's stomach, nipping at her inner thighs and inhaling the smell of her.
Diane is pretty sure this is how she wants to die.