“C'mon, Heather. That Elite we met last week said you have to eat me out and make me cum at least five times a day and you’ve only done it three times so far.”
“I know, Erika. I’m just so tired. Maybe… Maybe you could eat me out too. Like, we could sixty-nine?”
“I don’t have to. You’re the little lezzy slut here. So get that tongue to work. I want to cum again.”
“Fine…”
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