celestialdragon
his little one
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Kathleen "Kat" Hooper sighed as she flipped through the various channels on the TV, her best friend beside her.
"There's nothing good on the TV, except for Sherlock, and it's an episode I've seen a thousand times," she grumbled. She stretched out on her futon, her short blonde hair tousled, her hazel eyes annoyed. Her soft pink lips were pursed in thought as she thought about what the two women could do.
Finally, an age old topic appeared in Kat's mind. Sex. It's a subject that never gets old between the two of them.
"I don't get why Jon isn't trying to change things up a bit," she said finally. "It's pretty much been missionary every night for the past couple weeks! He won't even allow me to blow him! I mean, come on, my bj skills aren't that bad. Oh, and it's always with the lights off. Morning sex doesn't even happen anymore! What gives?"
Jon, her boyfriend of two years, had been rather neglectful in the area of the bedroom, and night after night, she's gone to sleep horny and unsatisfied.
"Maybe I'm not good enough for him? Maybe I need to learn a few new tricks?" She sighed. "I don't know. Maybe it's time to dump him, find a better man."
She looked in the mirror, at her body laying down. Her 32DD breasts were supported by the sports bra she was wearing, her tummy was flat and tan from years of marching band and beach volleyball. The shorts she was wearing barely hugged her tight ass, but showed off decently long, toned legs, ending in a tiny foot. At only 5'1", she was petite. Men liked the fact that they could pick her up, toss her on the bed, and fuck her brains out, especially at 22.
She glanced at her friend. "You've been awfully quiet," she noted. "What's up?"
"There's nothing good on the TV, except for Sherlock, and it's an episode I've seen a thousand times," she grumbled. She stretched out on her futon, her short blonde hair tousled, her hazel eyes annoyed. Her soft pink lips were pursed in thought as she thought about what the two women could do.
Finally, an age old topic appeared in Kat's mind. Sex. It's a subject that never gets old between the two of them.
"I don't get why Jon isn't trying to change things up a bit," she said finally. "It's pretty much been missionary every night for the past couple weeks! He won't even allow me to blow him! I mean, come on, my bj skills aren't that bad. Oh, and it's always with the lights off. Morning sex doesn't even happen anymore! What gives?"
Jon, her boyfriend of two years, had been rather neglectful in the area of the bedroom, and night after night, she's gone to sleep horny and unsatisfied.
"Maybe I'm not good enough for him? Maybe I need to learn a few new tricks?" She sighed. "I don't know. Maybe it's time to dump him, find a better man."
She looked in the mirror, at her body laying down. Her 32DD breasts were supported by the sports bra she was wearing, her tummy was flat and tan from years of marching band and beach volleyball. The shorts she was wearing barely hugged her tight ass, but showed off decently long, toned legs, ending in a tiny foot. At only 5'1", she was petite. Men liked the fact that they could pick her up, toss her on the bed, and fuck her brains out, especially at 22.
She glanced at her friend. "You've been awfully quiet," she noted. "What's up?"