She has lived on the cut her whole life with her uncle Jake. Her becoming friends with the pouges was the best thing that could have happened to her. Her past is always going to come back and bite her in the ass no matter how hard she try's to avoid...
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I drag my feet as I walk up onto the porch leaning on the door to catch my balance. I left the party early to come lay down which seems lame but im fucking tired and I have to piss. I push the door open to see Rylee's naked body plastered to a touron. Her head is thrown back as her perfect boobs are pressed against his chest. She opens her hazy eyes looking up at me while he is wide eyed. She pulls her bottom half away from him slightly and drops back down on him making him groan. "Rylee what the fuck?" I say when she doesn't stop. "JJ either shut the fuck up and watch or get out" she says breathing heavily and swaying her hips. I turn away closing the door behind me and floping down onto the couch on the porch. There is someone in there with their hands all over her that isn't me. It makes me sick to my stomach.
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I watch as the dude she was riding not even two minutes ago walk out the door "sorry about that" he says while waving at me as he leaves. I stand and walk into the house seeing her laying in the bed staring blankly at the ceiling with an oversized shirt on that I'm pretty sure is mine. I sit down on the side of the bed looking down at my hands. "It's funny how your wearing my shirt after he just got done fucking you" I say trying to lighten the awkwardness I have created. "He didn't fuck me I fucked him" she says sitting up beside me.
"Oh so little miss buttercup didn't get her needs met?" I ask jokingly. I turn to look at her and see how frustrated she really is. "Yeah he didn't last very long" she says huffing. I reach over and run my finger up the side of her thigh lifting her shirt slightly "you want me to finish you off?" I question she takes a deep breath and pushes my hand away. "I can take care of myself but thanks for the offer" she says rolling her eyes and backing away towards the bathroom. She took it as a joke but I assure you it was not a joke. The things I would do to have her plastered against me are beyond crazy.
I lean back onto the bed hearing the bathroom door shut behind her. God she's hot. I can't stop imagining my self in that douchbags position. What if I was under her, bare and wet from sweat. Our bodies sticking together as she moves slowly on me. I have to piss. I stand up and walk towards the bathroom door. I tap my knuckles against the wood twice. "I have to piss Rylee hurry up" I complain tapping my foot.
"One second" she says sounding out of breath and distressed. "Are you ok?" I ask leaning closer to the door."Yes JJ, I'm fine ill be out in a minute" she says whimpering. "Are you sure?" I ask. "Oh my God jj go away" she basically moans. My dick immediately responds to her voice moaning my name. Her groaning and whimpering is the only thing I can hear other than my heart beat. I turn away from the bathroom knowing I'm not going to be able to piss anyway because of my huge ass bonner.
I fall backwards onto the pullout running my hands down my face. She's in there touching herself. Her hands trailing down her body as her heavy breathing fills the air. The sound of her struggling voice drifts through the bathroom door as she balances on the edge. My hand slowly moves into my shorts as I grip my throbbing dick. Moving slowly to try to relieve the pressure that has built up. I close my eyes and can see her spread out infront of me showing off all of her.
I imagine her lips on my neck and her hips against mine. The sound of the bathroom door opening snaps me out of my trance. I pull my hand out of my pants and scoot backwards onto the bed so I'm laying normal. I bite the inside of my cheek trying to act like I don't feel like my dick is going to explode. She has a gleam of sweat on her forehead along with flushed cheeks and messy hair. My shirt hanging down to her mid thighs showing off her tan legs.
She flops down on the mattress after turning off the lamp leaving the porch light shining through the window as the only source of light . She doesn't pull the sheets over her instead she lays ontop of them in starfish position.Now that she isn't in the bathroom I could go and finish the job I just started but I don't want to leave her. I turn my head to look at her to be met with the side of her face. She has her hand resting on her ribs and the other one under her head.
Both of our breathing is heavy and her arm is flush against mine. "You had to pick someone from New York?" I ask snickering. She turns her head to look at me. Our faces level with one another. She smells like cheep liquor and weed. A big smile makes its way onto her face causing her glossy eyes to crinkle and her teeth to show. A small giggle escapes her lips causing me to smirk. Her giggling soon turns into a full blown laughing fit. Which makes me laugh with her. Her chest shakes as she sucks in a breath to try and compose herself. "I heard an accent......but I couldn't figure out where he was from" she says laughing inbetween each word.
"Oh my gawd" I say mimicking his voice and accent. She stops laughing and looks at me shocked "don't ever do that again" she says trying to hold back her laughter but fails as she snorts. I can't help but laugh to. She takes a deep breath looking back at the ceiling while resting her hand on her stomach. I feel a sense of loss when our eye contact is broken but I don't know how to explain it.
After a few minutes of silence I can see her eyelids getting heavy and her breathing start to even out. She looks exhausted.
