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I asked her to tell me, in detail.
Hannah’s grin was pure sin. She slid on top of me, pushed my wrists into the pillow and murmured, hot against my ear, what she’d say if she were being really naughty.
“I’d want to see her undressed. Those big soft tits in my hands. I’d want to feel her nipples go hard in my mouth.” She rolled her hips, sliding my cock against her wet knickers. “I’d take her hand and put it on you. I’d say, look how hard he is for you, Jess. And I’d watch her take you in her mouth.”
“Han…”
“And then I’d kneel behind her and lick her while she sucked you. And she’d moan round your cock and you’d feel it.” She pulled her knickers aside, positioned me and sank down in one slow stroke, both of us groaning. “And then I’d make you fuck her while I held her hand and kissed her. And then you’d fuck me while she watched, with her fingers in herself.”
She rode me hard and wet, whispering every detail, her breasts bouncing and her teeth in my shoulder. I gripped her hips and thrust up into her until she came, shaking, calling my name, her best friend’s name, and I came so hard my vision whitened.
Afterwards she lay on my chest, flushed.
“We’re never actually doing that,” she said, sleepily.
“Never?”
“Not yet.”
Next door, the shower was off. We lay still. Someone on the other side of the wall had gone very quiet.
Ending 11 of 16: Her Fantasy. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.