Monique was pleased with Laura's oral ministrations and the vibrations the blonde's mouth made. The dark girl began rubbing her hand possessively on t...e blonde girl's sweating naked back as a sign of her ownership.Laura's cunt gaped open, aching for stimulation. Ever since the skinny girl had removed her fist from inside Laura's pussy last night, it felt empty and desired only to be filled.Poor Laura could feel Monique's hands gently caress her back which pleased her, but she longed to feel her. The responses to some of her photos, or even just people talking about her in general.“Holy fuck, I wouldn’t even pull out of her. I’d just sit there inside of her forever.”“I bet she wouldn’t mind being shared by her fans, all of us in here would make sure she was unconscious.”“She wouldn’t be able to breathe when I was done with her, I would fill her throat with cum while I held my thumb so tight around her neck.”They were vile, but at the same time, she felt herself feeling almost turned on.. Another long moment passed and then I saw movement. A very tall, pale figure slowly creeped through the doorway. It moved with an awkward, broken gate. It’s head, hidden in long hair, was bent wrong over its narrow shoulders as it made it’s way to the end of the bed. The hair looked like it might have been blond at one point but was stained with a dark grime.It’s abnormally long, sickly pale arms stretched up the sheets, and over my legs. The arm’s looked anatomically off, they were maybe twice. Listening hard, trying not to think about how a halo of spring sunshine revealed a thinning patch in fine blonde hair. Or how much she wanted to be breathing in a familiar scent of mingled leather and bay rum soap instead of Roger’s flowery cologne. Far from insensible to the compliment that was being paid to her, Sophie had sipped tea and grown more sad with every timid word. After Stephens had bowed a confused Roger from the room, Sophie had sat alone in the darkening parlour. When night.