Ntr’ed by My Friend - Part 6

So tight, juices dripping, God, shouldn't look, but,

The woman's hip grind and bounce, The wet slaps of their bodies echoing in

the dim room, Before I blacked out, what was it?

Christine, laughing, nervous then, moans, Her, no, can't be, was that really Christine's

voice, Or just Daphne's?