She had put bright red lipstick on which matched her milky complexion so well. I could see her black bra through her see through top. She had worn hot...red thongs down. I wanted to fuck that slutty bitch of mine then and there.I was already hard just at the sight of that slut. She noticed the boner in my pants and smiled seductively. She came close to me and started rubbing my dick through my trousers.I then started kissing those juicy lips of hers and we started making out on the couch.After. Heather knew it would be, so she had chosen her outfit for the evening very carefully—the shortest pair of jean shorts she owned and a red spaghetti-strap tank top. Okay, so it was actually the second-shortest pair of shorts she owned, but it was the shortest pair she felt like she could wear outside of a nightclub and not get arrested—especially in her hometown. It was a nice little pair of cutoff jean shorts that had once been a pair of jeans, ruined by a barbed wire fence. Despite her. The last had almost made her faint. She was asking herself, in her mind, Does this mean that I am becoming a Harlot, as Mom called "easy" women. She shook her head. She had something BETTER to think about for now.Scott raised up in the chair, lifting her with him, and place her on the floor, on her side. He lay down behind her and raised her leg up higher, and she felt him going inside her, again. His arm was under her head, and his other arm, or hand, was guiding him into her, again. This way. Gefahr macht dich geil, was?, hauchte er mir ins Ohr.Er zog mich hoch, flüsterte weiter: noch geiler könnte es gleich werden, und zog mich unter Dusche und aus dem Bad heraus in die offene Küche.Leise mussten wir sein, um nicht ihre Aufmerksamkeit auf uns zu lenken und ums Eck herum in die Küche zu kommen.Nichts bekam sie mit. Denken oder dachten wir zumindest.Dann hob er mich auf die Anrichte. Er immer noch nackt, die Tropfen der Dusche an ihm herabtriefend. Seine Hände hielten sich nicht.