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Are You Happy Now? – (Chapter: Eight: Running)
The lock clicked and the door opened. Spencer stepped across the threshold, grabbed the girl, twirled her around, and pinned her against the door.
“Spencer…”
Spencer trapped the rest of the girl’s words in an intense kiss. Her hands immediately started roaming the other girl’s body, drawing her nails hard against the silky material the girl wore. Breasts…stomach…ass…bare skin…
“Fishnets?” Spencer broke the kiss just long enough to get the word out, slightly confused, and then dove back in.
The other girl broke the kiss this time. “You know I like,” she brought her head down and kissed Spencer on the neck, “to take them off,” another kiss on the other side of the neck, “as soon as I get home,” she whispered. She bent her head again and sucked on Spencer’s pulse point, hands roaming over Spencer’s supple breasts.
“Uhhhhhh,” Spencer moaned. “But…ohhhhhhhhhhh!” Spencer moaned again as the other girl doubled her efforts on the same spot. “Fishnets…sexy…you…” Spencer could barely get the words right in her brain, never mind getting the words from her brain to her tongue or even forming a coherent sentence. “Vanessa.” She whimpered as the girl pinched Spencer’s nipples through her shirt.
“Yes?” she replied as she looked up from her spot on Spencer’s neck.
With Vanessa paused, Spencer could actually focus for a split second. She looked down and saw the she had changed out of her bartending clothes and put on a black silk negligee. “Hmmm…” Spencer smiled. The words came and she realized she could form a sentence. “You’re fucking hot.”
Vanessa smirked and ran her tongue down Spencer’s collarbone and the rest of the exposed skin. Her lips continued to travel south, despite the material and when they came upon Spencer’s hard nipples, she bit through the cotton.
“FUCK.”
“Love it when you don’t wear a bra over,” she said and yanked the top off. Her mouth resumed its position, sucking, then flicking, sucking again, switching breasts, and then sucking, flicking and sucking continued. Her hand caressed the breast that wasn’t cover with her mouth.
Vanessa brought her lips up to Spencer’s and, without further hesitation, she guided Spencer into the bedroom; their lip-lock finally broken when Spencer pushed Vanessa onto the already-turned-down bed.
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wow i loved that with spencer wanting anything to take away the memory of ashley nice pms
I really like this story! can’t wait for the next post!