“Yeah, all that fucking this week must be pretty damn tiring,” I said in a prevailing tone, “How many guys have you fucked in the last few days?”
“F-fuck you,” she muttered, “mind your own gaw-god damn business-es.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s been, what, you taking three different guys’ cocks over the past three days?” I replied. She had more goddamn nudes on her phone than I had in my porn collection on my computer. All she had on were these little booty shorts and an old t-shirt. “Please don’t what?” I said sternly as one of my hands moved down her torso, my fingers hand coming to a pause as I slowly reached under her waistband, “Fuck you like the slut you are?”
Getting up off the floor, both my hands met her waistband as I pulled them off, sliding them down her long flawless legs. I was exhausted, yet still full of energy at the same time. “Damn sis…” I said to her as I opened the second drawer in her nightstand, “You have quite the stash here…”
Rummaging through the drawer, she had dozens of condoms and a few bottles of lube.
