"Her or me?" A tear rolled down Michelle's puffy cheek, "You have to make a decision."
For Michelle, life has always been about control-control in the studio, in her friendships, and even in the secrets she hides. But with an unexpected pregnancy...
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"Seriously, stop looking at me, it's distracting!" I tell Summer as she continues to suck on my clit.
She takes a second to rest "What?! I thought you liked it when I stared at you?"
"Yeah, I guess. But it just puts me off." I tell her, "I can't cum when you're looking at me."
She shakes her head, rolling her eyes playfully as she gets back to what she was doing: "Jesus, alright! I'll make sure not to look at you ever again!"
I roll my eyes at her before instantly being hit by waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. Somehow, she always knows exactly how to get me off. Her tongue is like magic, and she never fails to make my toes curl.
I've heard the rumours, and I know that she's very experienced. The girls on A-troupe talk and I happened to hear them gossiping about the large number of hookups Summer has had. I mean, it does bother me slightly that I'm not the only girl that she's slept with.
"Oh- S- Summer-."
She giggles against my body, causing me to smirk.
And then I decide to say, "No, seriously, that's too much!"
She looks up at me and says, "Shut up."
I feel her slip two fingers inside of me as she continues to suck and lick my clit. And the two sensations combined make me slip over the edge quicker than I probably wanted to.
And I bunch up her dark locks in my hand, tensing my body as I feel myself cum. My legs desperately try to close together, not wanting any more stimulation between them unless I'll lose my shit.
All I can hear is the sound of her laughter as she frees herself from my legs.
I try to regain my breath. "You're actually an asshole!"
"How?!" She giggles, "And you're actually so unappreciative! You finally get a girl that can actually get you off, and you spend the whole time complaining."
I furrow my brows, sulking, "I don't complain that much!"
"Oh, you do!"
She continues, mimicking me, "Summer, that's too much! Summer, it hurts! Summer, please stop!' Seriously, you're the only girl that's ever complained when they're in bed with me."
I pout my lips as I say quietly, "I'm just sensitive..."
Summer then climbs on top of me, kissing my cheeks whilst playing with the curls that managed to cover my face.
"Awhhh, I know." She makes fun of me in a playful manner: "You're a sensitive little baby."
I then slap her face lightly, pulling her off of me in the process. "Hey, don't call me that!"
