A sex fight?!“…no, not really.”“Would you like to?”She suddenly felt almost uncomfortable, feeling the receptionist’s eyes almost stabbing...her, studying her body. Kaede breathed in.“I don’t mind the idea.”“Very well.” she moved a pen little piece of paper towards the redhead, reading how she takes responsability for anything that would’ve happened in there and agreed to fight and have sex in public if requested.Huh. Odd.It was an escort house, after all.But, well… she was that desperate. A. "In a minute she'd positioned the gun over my left ear and felt a sharppain in the lope. Before I knew it Angel had completed the job on theother side. She smoothly attached the fastenings to behind each studand faced me."All done," she said brightly. "Now wat you think?"I looked at myself in the mirror. I was stunning. Angel could reallyhave a job as a beauty technician. My teeth shone bright under vivid redlips that glistened seductively. My blue eyes peered from under longcurled eyelashes. I caught her nipple in between two fingers and gently teased it into full erection. Jeannie moaned and sucked more of my tit into her mouth. Her tongue was dancing madly over my nipple. She pulled back a tiny bit and took my nipple in between her teeth, chewing gently. I moaned deeply and squeezed her breast tighter, letting her know that I loved what she was doing. With my other hand, I encircled the back of her head, pulling her face into my tits. I moaned again when she sucked deeply on my. It wasn’t just ‘fun fun’, but ‘stupid fun’. Reema’s school technically preached a ‘dry’ week, but people still found ways to indulge. Reema didn’t get it, nor did she want any part of it. She didn’t party. She didn’t drink. She certainly didn’t smoke. During the sober bits of Frosh Week in the day, she managed to cultivate a few dialogues with like-minded people who reminded her of the kinds of people from high school. But who was to say that these would turn into relationships? She wasn’t.