Just a Friend

“I know, it’s…it’s weird. I don’t need to see her flaunting her tits…” Her bottom lip hung a little as she wasn’t entirely sure if that was true. “You can just…tell me when she gets in touch…and we can talk about it.”

Facing Jess, Mark slipped his phone back into his pocket and considered the situation. Of course, it was awkward to show Jess what Lana had sent, each time he did he was convinced that he was setting up his own downfall. But the largest part of him was elated, once again Jess had told him to keep in touch with her and Jess’ only concern was that Lana didn’t end up ghosted.

Mark sighed. “Babe, of course I’ll tell you when she reaches out. But I need you to know, I haven’t been asking her to send me anything…she’s doing it on her own.” He shuffled anxiously as he searched for a reaction. “If she goes further…I don’t know. If she’s fucking naked, Jess…I’ll tell you…but that kind of thing…I just can’t put that shit in front of your face.”

Just hearing Mark describe that possibility kept Jess teetering at the edge of orgasm. Hearing the words come from his mouth just made them more real, a genuine possibility. She slipped her right hand against the edge of the table to steady herself as she pondered it. If Mark wasn’t going to show her the messages, would he be masturbating to them in private? Jess knew it, there wasn’t a man who wouldn’t get hard watching her in those clips. That body, that attitude…those eyes. She turned her head to the side, desperate to conceal any evidence of her arousal.

Mark was oblivious, he was too busy focusing on his role in this scenario. “Jess, if she sends any more…clips…I’ll tell you and I’ll…I’ll do my best to describe them to you…”

Jess didn’t just love that idea, she needed it. If she could have stopped time itself and chiselled it into reality, she’d have begged for the chance. Her eyes almost bulged as she kept her head turned, but didn’t want to miss the chance to solidify that agreement. “Yes…yes, that’s exactly what to do. If she sends you any more of those fucking videos…just…” She took a second to clear her throat, her voice a little raspy. “We’ll sit down and you can just…describe them to me. And that way…I won’t be in the dark…”

They looked at one another and tried their best to accept that it was a normal situation, but it was anything but. After seeing the latest video, Jess was certain that Lana wanted Mark. And she just gave him a free pass to keep in touch with her. Jess had just spent every day of the last week ravaged by thoughts of them together, and her best response was to retreat to the shower and plunge her fingers into her pussy. As Mark turned and walked away, Jess never felt so alive.

Running late after her talk with Mark, Jess spent the next hour getting ready and headed to Anella’s. As she left, she told Mark that she’d text him later when she needed a lift. Anella’s house was outside the City Centre, so a taxi home would have been needlessly expensive. Once Jess left, Mark allowed himself some time to work out why Jess was so insistent on protecting Lana’s feelings. Knowing he was picking up Jess later on, he didn’t drink any of the beers in the fridge and worked on his corporate presentation.

It was just after 11:00 pm when Mark was only half watching some videos on YouTube when his phone rumbled. Immediately he thought of Jess and remembered that she needed a lift. Scooping the phone up, it was the same unknown number. Even seeing the number on the screen was enough to make his cock twitch at this point. With great anticipation, he clicked into the message.

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Hey you…it’s Lana.

Hope it’s not too late, but I’ve just finished my shift at the bar and my friend isn’t able to take me home.

I know it’s super short notice…but could you come pick me up?

There’s a small car park behind the bar, you can’t miss it. I’ll be there.

It’s surrounded by a certain fence I might have mentioned…I know you remember that…xx

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Mark stood up so fast his head was spinning. On one hand, he didn’t want Lana to be stuck on her own with no way to get home, but there was no way he could justify going to meet her. Could he?

His brain betrayed him, bringing various excuses to his attention. It was a cold, dark Saturday night in the city, and he certainly didn’t like the idea of any girl being stranded in a run-down car park at that time of night. He even felt complimented that he was the one she’d reached out to. Then he remembered, she was there right now and needed an answer. He just didn’t have time to think clearly…

Having sent the message, Lana wore a wicked smile as she sat in the front passenger seat of her friend’s car. She turned to face her friend, Sophie, the brunette she’d been filmed with in the club the night before, and the two started giggling.

The car park was small, but deserted. It only had a maximum capacity of 15 spaces and Sophie’s car was the only one there at that time of night. An eight-foot tall, green chain-link fence wrapped around three sides of the car park as the staff entrance from Lana’s bar opened directly onto it. There were two separate street lights but both were broken. One permanently, while the other’s bulb was dimmed and flashed intermittently. Hardly any part of the car park was well-lit and there was a solitary CCTV camera above the staff entrance to the bar, which only offered a sliver of coverage.

Lana was wearing her usual work clothes, choosing to match her bar hoodie with some tight black jeans and a simple pair of white Converse trainers. As she sat there in Sophie’s car, she’d pulled the zipper on the hoodie all the way up to protect from the cold when she left the bar. As she giggled, Lana allowed her phone to drop into her lap.

Sophie turned to face her. “Did you send it?”

With a glint in her eye, Lana looked back and nodded. “Yeah, I even mentioned the fence…He thinks I’m sitting here stranded, there’s no way he doesn’t show up.”

“You fucking tease!” Sophie playfully slapped Lana on the wrist over the sleeve of her hoodie, before tossing her head back and laughing. “Oh my God, you’ve got your hooks in so deep. That poor guy, you’re going to make him explode…”

Leaning back in the passenger seat, Lana softly bit her lower lip and nodded. “He still hasn’t text me back after you sent him that video of us last night…I’m worried that he might already have exploded…”

Sophie parted her lips. “Are you kidding me? After that, I’d be amazed if he could make it over here and his dick wasn’t still hard as fuck. If he crashes the car, it’s your fault.”

Lana started laughing which prompted Sophie to burst into a fit of her own. Above them, the only working street light continued to flicker as a strong, steady wind whipped across the roof of the car.

Sophie unclipped her seat belt and turned fully to face her friend. “But what if you’re wrong about his girlfriend? I mean…if you are, she’s going to go fucking ballistic…”

Lana had a knowing look in her eye as she swept a lock of hair from the side of her face. “Oh, you had to be there, Sophie. I mean, my God…the way she just stood there…and watched…” Lana’s words were almost drawling out of her mouth. “If you saw them together…you’d know. They’re young, but they look like they’ve been together for years. Their mannerisms, the way they’re so comfortable touching each other…” She sat up from the back of the chair. “So, there’s no way…and I mean no way…she would just stand there and take it.”

Leaning forward, Sophie wanted more. “Why would she even have agreed to go along with a bet like that anyway? She had to have noticed you. Jesus, Lana, every fucking girl we meet tries to hide their man from you. And she’s busy making bets with her friends?”

Letting her phone slide through her fingers, Lana beamed. “Noticed me? I couldn’t dry the glasses without her eyes all over me. I thought one of those girls she was with would have to slap her…”

Sophie reached across and took the zipper of Lana’s hoodie in her fingers and started to tug it down slowly. The zipper had only just reached her cleavage when Sophie paused. “That’s where I think you’ve got this wrong.” Taking a second to appreciate the skin that she’d started to reveal. “You know how much I love these…” Sophie tugged a little further until Lana’s usual work cleavage was almost fully restored. “Isn’t it more likely…that she just wants to fuck you?”

Lana made an exaggerated shocked face before reaching a hand up to meet Sophie’s. Her feigned shock gave way to a more authentic, sultry glare as she held Sophie’s hand in place, whose fingers still held Lana’s zipper. “That’s the thing though. At first, that’s what I thought. They way she’d been ogling me…” Lana’s hand pulled downwards, bringing Sophie’s with it, exposing another inch of Lana’s firm chest. “Her eyes were just glued to these…” With that, Lana closed her hand around Sophie’s and encouraged her to take a firm grope of her right breast.

Sophie exhaled and was only too happy to indulge, before lifting her hand away. “He’s going to lose his fucking mind…when you finally put those in his face…” Leaning back slightly. “Just like I lost mine…”

Lana slithered back deeper into her passenger seat and giggled. “I must have heard her tell at least four different people that Mark was just a friend, and every time she was just…annoyed. Like it was a chore, but no big deal. But I swear, Sophie, when she said it to me, I knew something…something else…was going on.” Looking up, she caught Sophie’s gaze. “The look on her face when I asked for his number…and how tightly she clenched her thighs together…it was as if I was sucking her clit in front of everyone….”

Sophie gasped and held her jaw open for a second. “Jesus…”

Emboldened by Sophie’s reaction, Lana kept Sophie’s gaze. “And when he handed me his phone…in front of their whole group…I stared into her eyes for so long, and I could almost taste how badly she wanted it.” Sitting forward slightly, Lana whispered. “I could have crawled over that bar with his phone in my hand…dropped to my knees in front of him and wrapped my lips around his hard cock…” She almost moaned at the thought. “And I would bet my life…that she’d have came before he did…

Sophie reached out and grabbed Lana’s hand. “Wow! Oh my…oh that’s it! You were right. What a…kinky little bitch she is.”

Lana let Sophie clutch her hand in excitement. “That’s what I’ve been telling you!” Lana dragged her fingertips softly against the palm of Sophie’s hand. “But you know me, she isn’t the only kinky one…” She whispered, confidently. “When he handed me his phone…I was standing behind that bar and I couldn’t believe how fucking turned on I was.” Excitedly, Lana turned and sank back into the seat and raised her knees a little closer to her chest, before letting her feet rest back upon the floor. “The longer she just stood there just staring back into my eyes…honestly, my nipples could have cut glass.”

Sophie sat there under her friend’s spell, feasting on every little detail. “Holy shit…”

Lana’s eyes were almost closed. “I’m so used to other girls keeping their men under lock and key when I’m just passing through…” Lana’s whisper became throatier as the recollection took hold. “That night when I got home, after I sent him that first video which I showed you…I was just lying there in bed…dripping wet…” Her eyes opened and saw that Sophie was engrossed. “I couldn’t stop thinking about how she didn’t stop me…wouldn’t stop me…couldn’t stop me…all those chances she had to stop me…”

Sat in the driver’s seat, Sophie had a close enough relationship with Lana where she never even attempted to hide her own arousal. “You…never! You never get carried away like this. Lana, what the fuck? Baby, I love it…”

Hunching her shoulders as she curled up in the passenger’s seat, Lana couldn’t settle in place. She was a bundle of energy that couldn’t sit at rest. “Sophie, I stuck my favourite dildo to the base of my mirror…got down on and my hands and knees…and I fucked it so hard the mirror cracked…”

As Sophie’s face stretched outwards in shock and appreciation, Lana wriggled back up her seat and turned to face Sophie head on. “And I’ve been like this all week! It’s like she was daring me to make a move…daring me to ask for his number…”

Sophie slipped forward to close the distance and purred. “Daring you to ride him…”

The words made Lana close her eyes and groan. “One thing’s for sure…if that was her way of asking me…” She let her eyes flutter open. “She won’t have to ask twice.”

Sophie released a small yelp. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you when you’re like this…so this must be why you’ve been so handsy with me this week?”

Lana started laughing at Sophie’s question which brought her back to her senses. Tilting her head softly. “You know I never need an excuse for that…”

As the brief silence hung in the air, Lana’s phone rumbled in her lap. She opened the messages tab and it was from Mark. After a telling glance towards Sophie, she scanned the contents.

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Hey,

It’s ok, I’m just chilling at home.

Don’t worry about it, I’m jumping into the car now. I can be there in 15 minutes.

I’ll try not to run any red lights…

I’ll see you in the car park.

——

Sophie glanced into Lana’s hand. “Is that him? Is he coming?”

Lana nodded while still staring at the screen. “What a nice boy he is…” She allowed herself a chuckle. “Kinda funny too, that is when he can actually form a sentence when he’s looking at me.”

Sophie raised both hands and softly, but excitedly, clapped as she sat in the driver’s seat. “How long will he be?”

Lana looked across at her. “He’ll be here in 15 minutes.” Looking back down at her hoodie, Lana confidently played with the zipper. She pulled down the mirror above the passenger’s seat and used it to help adjust her cleavage until she was satisfied. Confidently, she turned to Sophie. “How do I look?”

Sophie laughed. “He has no idea…”

Lana opened her passenger side door and stuck her head out to look around. She knew the bar was closing soon, but also knew that no one but the staff would be exiting into car park. She sat back down in her seat, closed the door and turned to Sophie. “If you’re staying to watch…no lights…no engine…no music. I don’t want to spook him.”

Sophie formed a seductive look of her own and shot it directly back at Lana. She pulled her own phone out her bag, which sat on the floor between the two seats, and wiggled it in Lana’s face while making little camera sounds. “I wouldn’t miss this for anything…”

Mark had already been driving for five minutes before he allowed himself to recognise what was happening. He felt like half his brain had deliberately switched itself off. His chest was heaving as he sucked down as much air as he could as he wove his way through the streets. He didn’t have to worry about the red lights as every single traffic light was green on the barely occupied roads.

It was approaching 11:30 pm, when Mark’s journey came to an end. He pulled around the front of the bar and followed the sign advising a left-hand turn to enter the car park. As he did, he went over his options once more. Jess was at Anella’s and she’d be reaching out when she wanted to come home. But he was here, pulling into the car park when he noticed the two street lights above him were seemingly broken. There was a single parked car which Mark crept past as he made his way closer to the staff entrance to the bar. He didn’t feel the need to pull into a space as he anticipated Lana would just jump into his car. The only problem was he couldn’t see much of what was around him and he certainly didn’t see Lana.

Suddenly, the flickering street lamp overhead kicked into gear and shone a weak flickering light down around him. With that, he got his bearings and there she was. Definitely, it was her.

Mark stopped the car from its crawling pace and turned off the engine. Straight in front of him, standing with her back against the fence…Lana stood with her arms by her sides as fingers on each hand were reaching through the holes in the fence next to her hips and gripping onto the chains. The wind was strong enough for her long dark hair to blow around wildly, with the zipper of her hoodie pulled just as tantalisingly low as it was when he first met her. The hoodie was short enough that an inch, or two, of her midriff was visible, and he remembered how her tight dress in the club just clung around her toned stomach.

Mark sat there still clutching the wheel of the, now stationary, vehicle with both hands, staring as Lana didn’t take a single step forward. With the engine off, he could hear the faint noise of the fence clinking and squeaking as Lana softly rocked against it. She was maybe twenty feet away, but he saw her staring at right him…almost staring a hole through him. And still, she refused to take a step forward. Mark let his hands fall from the steering wheel as he contemplated what was happening.

After a few moments of standing her ground, Lana’s right hand released its playful grip on the fence and pulled her phone from her pocket. She only pressed her finger to her phone twice before she slipped her phone back inside her pocket and let her right arm snake upwards. As Mark watched it rise, Lana’s arm rose above her chest and let her fingers slip through some holes next to her right shoulder and she yanked hard on the fence and let her head tilt back. Mark could barely register anything but the sight before him when he felt his phone rumble in his pocket. Reaching for it, it was the same unknown number that had bewitched him all week.

——

It’s time for you to tip me…xx

——

The enormity of Lana’s text hit him but he’d already stepped out of the car and swung the door shut before his brain started working. Achingly, his cock was rock-hard and was experiencing none of the dilemmas curtailing his ability to resist. He paced towards her until she was close enough to touch. Staring at him, Lana tightened her grip on the fence, theatrically, and let a teasing moan escape her lips. She had an almost hypnotic look in her stunning brown eyes and Mark shot his hands out and clutched both of her hips. Lana squeezed her hands around the chains of the fence as Mark pushed her back into it with need.

She whispered huskily to him. “When I told you about what I got up to…right here…against this fence…” Lana took a short breath as she felt Mark’s clutches grope her hips with intent. “And the way you fought to keep your eyes off these tits…that’s when I knew…I was going to play with you…”

Mark took a half step back with his hands clenching her hips so tightly. He tried to compose himself and keep them right there, unsure that if they wandered that he’d be able to stop them. If he would even want to stop them. He whispered back to her. “You’ve played with me for over a week…those texts…those clips…the way that dress clung to you in that club…”

Lana hissed with glee as Mark’s hands were groping and releasing her hips methodically, firmly. As the chains of the fence pressed into her back, she pressed her lips to his ear. “There isn’t a man alive that I can’t have in that dress…” Lana held her breath for a moment as she craved for Mark’s hands to roam. “That was my good friend Sophie…I told her all about you… she loves it when I get so worked up and I just can’t keep my hands off her…”

With a jolt, Mark tugged Lana’s hips towards him before pushing her back into the fence. Lana let out a slight groan as she felt her feet leaving the ground for a brief moment before whispering back into his ear. “I knew that little kiss was going to drive you crazy…” Still gripping the fence, Lana pressed herself forward until her groin pressed against the bulge in Mark’s jeans. “Tell me, Mark…when you watched me pin her to that wall…and slip my tongue into her mouth…was your dick as hard as it is now?” Lana tossed her head back and giggled as she stood there clutching the fence.

Mark was slack-jawed as her words started to overpower him. He took a deep breath but her perfume smelt divine. Releasing her grip on the fence, Lana pressed her hands on his chest and spun Mark around, his back pressing softly into the fence and Lana stepped in front of him. With a firm, but playful, push, she shoved him back into the fence and let him spring back towards her. Slowly, teasingly, she turned her back to him and pressed her ass stiffly against his groin. Her cheeks were almost implausibly tight and pert, while her tight black jeans did nothing to dampen the effect as Lana started to slowly grind against his hard dick. Following her lead, Mark dropped his hands to his sides, let his fingers slip through the holes of the fence and gripped tightly.

With her back to him, Lana let her eyes roll upwards and gasped as she felt him press against her. She felt every inch of him begging to be set free as she ground her cheeks so slowly against him. Mark pulled tighter on the fence as he tried to pace himself. Her grinding was so slow, but so hard and her rhythm was starting to settle.

Mark whispered. “Is this how you normally like to play…make me watch as you danced with that girl…groped her…kissed her…knowing how hard I’d get?” Relaxing his grip on the fence slightly as Lana’s grinding got slower. “…or am I special?”

Playfully, Lana pressed her back tighter into his chest and tilted her head back. Her left arm snaked upwards and tilted his head downward to stare directly at her barely covered breasts. “What was special…was when that girl had me pressed so tightly against this fence…the way she dropped to her knees…” Lana slipped her right hand up onto her chest and teasingly groped her right breast as she trapped his swollen dick against her tight ass. “What was special was the way she slowly ran that tongue of hers across this tight little pussy…sucking so softly on my clit…until I fucking exploded…”

Picturing the scene as best he could, Mark started thrusting his hips forward and grinding back into her ass. As soon as Lana felt him, she was elated as she sensed he was starting to losing control. Lana hissed. “I wonder…just how badly…those hot friends of yours…would want to switch places with me right now?” Lana lifted her right hand to the zipper on her hoodie and let it hover. “Pressing their tight little asses into that rock-hard cock…I can’t believe they’ve never tried…but it’s their loss…”

He watched intently as her hand hovered teasingly over the zipper before she let her hand fall back to her side. Mark’s groan was a mixture of exasperation and pleasure as her ass kept rocking searchingly back and forth across his groin. Lana whispered over her shoulder. “Oh yeah…I remember meeting them all…but one of the blondes…there was something about her…those green eyes of hers…and that ass…” Lana thrust her chest out and made sure Mark’s eyes followed its every move. “Was it…Anella? No, no…how could I forget…” Lana felt her eyes close tight as she prepared to utter her name. Taking care to slowly scrape her ass across Mark’s dick as she said it. “It was Jess…”

As the name popped out her mouth, Mark gritted his teeth as he realised how close he was to throwing his relationship away. He sucked in a deep breath as he pressed his head back against the fence and he pulled and squeezed at the fence with both hands. As he did, Lana kept up her slow assault with her ass. Her nipples were so stiff as her pussy grew moist. “Imagine if I met Jess just an hour earlier that night…maybe it would have been Jess…who would have been pressed against that fence you’re clutching…”

Mark couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he’d pictured it momentarily that night in the bar and almost blew his load at the idea. Lana drove the idea home; she couldn’t resist it. “Imagine her watching me with those stunning green eyes…as she dropped to her knees…right here in this spot…” Mark released his grip on the fence and shot his left hand to her hip and clutched it tight, letting it ride with her hips as she continued her grind. His right hand had ended up on her ass and he closed his hand firmly, hungrily around her cheek. Giggling seductively, Lana continued. “How long do you think I could last…with my thighs wrapped around that pretty face…”

The image was so sharp it was, momentarily, numbing. His hands trapped on Lana’s hip and her ass as he saw Jess in his mind. He saw Jess dropping slowly to her knees as her back scraped against the fence. Mark pictured Lana wickedly slipping her panties down and firmly pulled Jess’s head between her legs. In reality, he pressed his back harder into the fence as his mind showed him the sinful image of Lana’s legs wrapping around Jess’ head.

It was too much. Lana’s words had broken him. Mark shot his right hand up from her ass to the zipper she’d been mercilessly teasing him with. Clutching it in his fingers, he yanked it down as far as it would go until the hoodie flew open. Lana yelled from the back of her throat as her white lace bra was fully exposed. Arching her back, she felt the strong, cold wind whip across her chest until Mark reached up and grasped both breasts in his hands. They were firm, but as he groped longingly at them, they responded to his clutches and allowed his fingers to sink deep into them. Lana couldn’t get enough of it and held his hands in place, moaning as his dick remained trapped against her denim-covered ass.

She groaned out. “Yes! That’s it…just like that…oh, squeeze them just like that, babe. Grind back into my ass…feel how tight this ass is against that big cock…” Lana’s chest was rising and falling much faster, he could hear her sucking in the cold air as he felt each breast so tightly. “Now I wonder…what is it about that little fantasy…that’s got you so hot and bothered?”

After a few seconds of ecstasy, Lana stepped forward quickly and spun to face him. She clutched at his t-shirt and pulled him forwards to create space. Hopping upwards off her feet, she jumped into his lap and Mark shot his hands under her ass to support her weight. Lana responded by wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, when Mark spun holding her and pushed her back into the fence. Biting her lip, both Lana’s hands gripped the fence just below her shoulders. With her steadied, Mark lifted both hands from her ass and slammed them onto her wrists, pinning them tightly to the fence.

When Lana felt her wrists get pinned, she almost purred with delight. “You’ve got no fucking idea how much I love that…I can assure you, my collection of stainless-steel handcuffs…is absolutely stellar…” Their lips were so close to one another’s as Mark’s erection was demanding her touch. Lana whispered at him. “Or do you still think I’m fucking with you?”

Mark felt goaded, teased half to death, and he’d had enough. Pulling his hands from her wrists, Lana kept her hands clutching the fence as she felt his hands return to her chest. Mark’s fingers slowly pulled the cups of her lace bra downwards, eventually freeing her hard nipples to the cool evening air. With a final squeeze of her thighs around his waist, Lana knew she’d broken him. She’d taken him.

With her nipples exposed, she felt his hands close around her breasts once more. With her back against the fence, her mind fed her thoughts that just made her wetter. She’d heard them make that innocuous bet and here they were. All because Jess said they were just friends. All because Jess didn’t stop her. For a brief moment, Lana visualised Jess standing there watching them. Close enough to reach out and touch them. Jess standing there as she did when Mark handed Lana his phone in the bar…thighs clenched…dripping wet…panting with need. Lana’s wicked mind painted a further picture, as Jess slowly lifted her hand and let her fingertips dip below the waist of her skirt as Mark teased Lana’s hard nipples.

Lana couldn’t help it and let out a guttural roar before leaning forward and crashing her lips against Mark’s. The kiss was so intense they struggled to find each other’s rhythm, with Lana’s moans yet to calm from a moment earlier. Her breasts were trapped in his clutches as her hard nipples scraped pleasingly against his palms, as Lana’s lips parted and she swept her tongue forwards until it met Mark’s lips. After she flicked the tip of her tongue across his lips, Mark groaned as he allowed her to slip her tongue into his mouth. Her hands clutched the fence as if her life depended on it, thighs squeezing his waist so hard she could have sworn that he’d break clean in half. After the frenetic start to the kiss, Lana finally managed to slow the pace and caught Mark’s bottom lip between hers, teasingly allowing to break free before her tongue slipped back against his. Every time he slowly groped at her breasts, he would thrust his hard cock hard against her groin, drawing moans and gasps from the seductress wrapped so tightly around his waist.

She was in heaven, but Lana broke the kiss as Mark’s hold on her breasts was driving her close to the edge. She tilted her head back until it pressed against the fence, prompting Mark to lean down and wrap his lips around her left nipple. As she felt the tip of his tongue lightly dance against her bud, she moaned as he applied more pressure and let his tongue run firmly back and forth across it. As both lips surrounded her engorged nipple, she squeezed the fence for dear life as he sucked slowly and longingly at the same breasts which she used to place him firmly under her spell.

Lana let him suck and caress both breasts in turn as she felt herself being rocked back into the fence. Sensing he was lost in the moment, she whispered to him. “I told you…I needed a lift home…” Biting her lip as she felt her nipple being teased firmly by his tongue. “Take me home…I promise you baby, you’re so close…you’re so close. All you have to do…is play with me…”

As the clock ticked past midnight, Jess took a long sip of her favourite cheap red wine from the glass in her hand. Anella was sat on the couch with Jess and they’d embarked upon their second bottle of wine by this point. Anella’s one-bedroom flat was cosy, but there was hardly any living space. Despite that, Jess’ best friend had done an admirable job of making it feel like home.

Anella glanced at Jess. “I just don’t understand where she gets so much confidence from? I mean, Jess, she’s…she’s something else. I get it. But, did she have to act so fucking…arrogantly?”

Jess gulped her sip of wine after swirling it around her mouth to savour it. “I know, I could never be so…forward…if I was talking to a guy for the first time. When I met Mark, I just felt so shy talking to him.”

Anella nodded. “It must have something to do with working in a bar. Maybe she just meets guys every night and is so used to them hitting on her. And no wonder, she’s practically putting those tits in everyone’s face all night. Jess, there’s no way those things are real. Her frame’s so slender, but those tits are just…”

Jess reached across and grabbed Anella’s arm. “Definitely. I’m not throwing shade at her for getting them done, but when you told me Mark was talking to her, and I looked around, the way she was leaning over that bar at Mark…” Jess brought her wine glass to her lips and took another sip. “I just…I just…Anella, it was that fucking bet you guys came up with!”

Anella placed a hand atop Jess’ as they sat on the couch. “Jess, it’s like you said earlier, we were just trying to have a little banter, have a little fun with it. I know it seems stupid now, but when I introduced us to her, to Lana, I never thought…I mean, I never thought…you’d tell someone like that…”

Jess listened as every word chipped away at her. Having her best friend spell out the obvious to her wasn’t exactly doing wonders to reinforce her confidence in her own version of events.

Shaking at Jess’ arm, Anella finished her thought. “Come on, Jess! She’s fucking gorgeous! Yes, she’s arrogant, and direct…and confident…and there’s something about her…but come on! There’s no way I’d tell a girl like that my fucking boyfriend was just a friend…to win a bet?

Sat on the couch, Jess squirmed a little as she ground the cheeks of her ass into the cushion before leaning forward. “Don’t worry, don’t worry…Anella, it’s fine. I get it, I know it was cringe as fuck to go along with it, but once we left the bar, that was it. There’s no reason for him…for us…to humour her…and it’s not like we’re going back there again.” Jess took a breath and looked into Anella’s face. “I told Mark that I felt bad that we basically lied to her…and that we’ve led her on…It’s not her fault for asking…she didn’t know. ”

Anella shuffled closer. “All the years I’ve known you, I’m your best friend in the world. And I’d have bet everything I’ve got that you would have told her the truth.” Anella took a quick sip from her own glass. “Jess…I’m completely straight and even I’d have kissed that girl! Lucy and Emily said the same thing…” She softly swirled the glass in her hand. “If she’s had that kind of impact on me after five fucking minutes, can you imagine what the guys are thinking? Letting someone like that…just take Mark’s number…to me…it’s like tossing your relationship up into the wind…and seeing if it’ll come back to you…”

Jess pondered the idea as Anella laid it out and it scared her, for a moment, before she pictured her relationship floating away and felt the heat between her legs. Each and every time this kink had taken a hold of her, Jess’ felt a brief cloud of shame descend around her. Sat with Anella, that shame lingered for a little longer than it had when she’d been bringing herself to orgasm every night in her shower.

After a moment lost in her thoughts, Jess stirred and responded. “Speaking of coming back to me…I’m gonna text Mark and ask him to pick me up.” Lifting her phone, Jess tried to lighten the mood. “Besides, I don’t think there’s a wind strong enough to blow Mark away!”

Swiping the phone open, Jess punched in a short message asking to be picked up and sent it without thought. Placing her phone back into her pocket, Jess leaned over to the table and opened the bottle of wine and topped-up her glass. The two continued talking as the minutes ticked past which went from minutes to an hour.

When Mark hadn’t replied, the girls theorised that he’d likely fallen asleep as it was late. Instead of paying for an expensive taxi, Anella offered Jess the chance to sleep on the couch and they’d have a nice breakfast together the following morning. Having agreed, Jess was preoccupied as Mark was incredibly reliable. If he said that he’d be there to pick her up, invariably, he did exactly that. But Anella’s assurances that it was late and that he’d be asleep took hold and Jess accepted it.

With a fumble, Lana shook the key to her front door around the lock as she held lightly onto Mark’s hand. As she pressed the front door open, she glanced over her shoulder and shot Mark a smouldering glance before she stepped inside and led him by the hand into her living room. Bending to flick a small lamp on, her living room was immaculate. There wasn’t so much as a couch cushion out of place. Mark glanced around but couldn’t take anything in. He was standing in her living room…he’d went home with her…and there was no turning back.

Lana almost slithered back to him as they stood in the middle of the room. Her hoodie had been zipped back up in Mark’s car, but she stared him dead in the eye as she pulled the zipper down and slipped it off her shoulders. Clad in just her white lace bra, she leaned in and peppered Mark’s lips with small, slow, teasing kisses as she let her hands grip the base of his black t-shirt. Lifting upwards, Mark raised his arms and allowed her to lift it up and off, tossing it to the side with her hoodie. She leaned in again and pressed her chest into his, letting the fabric of her bra tease his skin, and flicked her tongue across his lips. She stood back and reached to the top button of his jeans and skilfully freed it open.

Lana stepped further back and appreciated the sight. Looking to him, she spoke, confidently. “Take the jeans off…the trainers…the socks…” Still looking into her eyes, Mark pressed a foot into each opposing heel and prised each of his black trainers off, before reaching down to yank each sock free and letting them fall to the floor. Straightening back up, Lana watched as he put his hands to his jeans and quickly pulled them down before stepping out of them. All Mark had left were his black Calvin Klein boxers, as his blue eyes were locked on Lana’s chest. Lana couldn’t help but appreciate the bulge in his tight boxer shorts as Mark’s dick was fully erect and straining to be released.

Quickly, Lana lunged forward and took Mark’s hand, before turning and leading him towards her bedroom door. Her other hand slipped onto the handle and she pressed downwards to open the door, before stepping inside and pulling Mark in. It was dark inside and the only light that helped Mark get his bearings came from the lamp in the living room. As he squinted, he could see the arrangement of her bedroom and saw he was standing next to a double bed. He’d barely started taking a look around when two firm hands pushed his chest, leading him to fall back onto her mattress that was covered with an expensive feeling bedsheet, with no duvet cover in sight. Instinctively, Mark shuffled backwards until his head was positioned by her headboard and he lay there staring at Lana, propping himself up with his elbows. Lana crept slowly onto the bed and ran a hand across his bare chest, before leaning in and running her tongue across his stomach. Her lips puckered and she trailed small kisses up his chest and neck before she crawled into his lap and straddled him.

Still in her black jeans and tight white push-up bra, Lana felt the hardness of his cock press against her as she allowed herself a slow grind. Slowly, Lana leant forwards and pressed the tip of her nose against Mark’s as she reached out and placed her left hand on his right wrist. With a glint in her eye, she lifted Mark’s wrist to meet the headboard and he watched as she reached with her other hand into the darkness. His curiosity was answered as he felt the cold, stainless-steel of her handcuff wrap tightly around his wrist. Reflexively, Mark tested the bond and there wasn’t much leeway. Lana’s headboard was comprised of various vertical metallic bars and Mark was cuffed tightly against it.

As she slipped the steel around him, the clicks of the handcuff locking into place caused Lana to groan as she bent down and slipped her tongue back into his mouth. Mark’s desire had peaked, as soon as she mentioned the handcuffs in the car park, he had longed for it to be true. He kissed Lana back as he felt her slowly grinding into his lap. Breaking the kiss, Lana reached for his other wrist and slowly raised it to the headboard, before Mark closed his eyes and felt the cold steel trap his other wrist in place.

When both cuffs were applied, Lana looked down as she straddled his lap and continued to grind painfully slowly. “If you knew…what I know…” She bit her lip as she found the perfect spot to grind on his dick. “You’d understand…just how badly…I need you to play with me…”

Mark tried to sit up but the cuffs were so tight and Lana’s weight in his lap kept him in place. Lana looked like she was in a trance through the darkness, like a strong breeze would be enough to bring her to orgasm. Suddenly, she wriggled her hips and slipped off his lap, slithering further down the bed as she placed both hands on the waistband of his boxers. She let him ponder her next move before she offered a single, firm tug and pulled them a significant way down his thighs.

As soon as he felt the tug, the full length of his raging hard dick was freed and throbbing with need. It stood straight up in the air as he felt his boxers still in place just above his knees. The moment had come and he cried out. “Fuck…oh fuck…” The hard steel surrounding Mark’s wrists clanged against her headboard. “Oh, babe. Please, Lana…”

Lana knelt there and stared as his cock was an inch away from her face. Every single fibre of her being demanded that she wrapped her lips around it right there and then, but she closed her eyes and took a breath. Mark’s dick must have been over seven inches in length, but was thick, it had girth. She knew, instantly, that it was perfect. Lana reached for his boxers and teasingly slipped them down his legs, slowly, then tossed them aside. Mark was thrusting his hips against thin air, when Lana slipped off the bed and tiptoed to other side of the room. He squinted to make her out when, suddenly, he heard a switch and the room became filled with light.

Lana was standing next to a lengthy tripod that was holding up a small DSLR camera, which Lana was tracing a fingertip across. With her eyes feasting upon his hard cock in the now well-lit room, she purred. “When it’s time to play…I record…every…single…thing…” Just saying the words caused her to take a deep breath as she felt the need between her legs.

Mark struggled harder against the steel as his heart nearly burst out of chest. But he couldn’t think straight, he didn’t care if the world was ending around him, he needed release. Again, his hips began to buck against thin air as his dick throbbed at its absolute peak. Lana revelled in his struggle and returned to the bed. Slowly, she reached out and took his cock in her hand for the first time and felt the heat. She felt it throbbing, pulsing with desire. Looking up at him as she slowly started to stroke it, she whispered. “Do you still want to play?”

The sensation of Lana finally giving his dick what it needed made Mark cry out and moan, however slowly she was doing it. “Fuck! Oh my God…yes! Do it…please…do it…I’ll play…I’ll play.

Lana lifted her hand from his cock and stood slowly from the bed. Mark was grunting in frustration and bucking his hips wildly against nothing. All the while, the sound of the steel cuffs battering against her headboard were pure bliss to Lana. Stepping backwards to her bedroom door, Lana whispered. “Sit right there…I’ll give you a moment to cool down and I’ll slip into something…more appropriate…”

As she slipped outside the room, Mark gave his cuffs an almighty tug and they didn’t budge. The steel was clasped tightly against his wrists and they were only fanning the flames of his arousal. After only a few seconds, he was tempted to call out for her but bit his tongue. Mark’s dick was so hard, he’d never known anything like it. After a few short, but agonising, minutes, Mark had barely begun to consider why she’d left before she crept slowly back into the bedroom.

The sight would have floored him if he wasn’t lying there tied to her bed. Lana’s perfect breasts were pouring over the top of a tight black lace bra, the cups barely containing her breasts were an alluring deep purple satin. Mark’s eyes dropped down her taut, tanned stomach and saw a tiny matching pair of black satin panties that barely covered a thing. The sides of the panties were so thin he was convinced he could snap them clean off her hips. Lana’s stunning lingerie set was rounded off with a pair of black thighs with no suspender belt. The bare skin of her upper thighs was so inviting and he longed to press his lips against them. As she glanced to the side, Mark was in awe as her hair was tied back up in the same slutty ponytail she wore in the club. Mark knew it, from head to toe, Lana was perfection.

He rattled the cuffs in desperation but he was going nowhere fast. Lana had built his need well past breaking point and she smiled as she slipped across to her DSLR camera and set it to record. With a final press of the buttons and a confirming stare through the viewfinder, the camera started recording.

A few hours later, the clock ticked past 4:00 am as Jess lay sleeping on Anella’s couch. The previous week hadn’t really yielded much sleep for Jess as every time she tried, she couldn’t shake the same tortured fantasies that had plagued her each night. Jess slept in her own white t-shirt, but had borrowed a comfortable pair of pink pyjama shorts and was sleeping off the glasses of wine she’d enjoyed that night. With a thin cotton blanket draped over her, Jess’ head rested on Anella’s spare pillow as her chest rose and fell slowly. Her sleep hadn’t been deep, so when the rumble of her phone vibrated on Anella’s coffee table it woke her immediately.

After taking a second to get her bearings, Jess realised where she was and grabbed her phone. As she lifted it, she anticipated it was Mark apologising for not picking her up. Swiping with her right thumb to open the menu, Jess was shocked to see the text was from an unknown number. Suddenly, Jess sat bolt upright on the couch and she pieced the answer together in her mind. It had to be her, but it couldn’t be…how did she get her number?

Agitatedly, Jess tapped into the messages tab and clicked on the message. There was no text itself, but there was a video clip attached. Jess almost yelped, but she battled to keep her voice down with Anella in the other room. She stared at the preview thumbnail but it was pitch black, it didn’t contain a single clue of what Jess was holding in her hand. With her mind racing far too quickly to keep up with it, Jess felt she couldn’t breathe as she tried to work it out. Terrified to view the clip, Jess took a deep breath and realised…Mark…she must have got her number from him…which meant he had to be with her…

Leaning forward, Jess felt herself slip down off the seat of the couch and her butt hit the hardwood floor of the living room. Her back was pressed against Anella’s couch as her shock started to morph into something far more sinister. She never felt that she could be turned on more than that night in the bar, but just the idea that this was real…that she wasn’t dreaming…was cranking things to an unimaginable level. As her wetness built suddenly, Jess felt her nipples harden under her shirt and she clenched her thighs together. She couldn’t do it here, not in her best friend’s living room. It simply wasn’t an option. Panting, desperately, Jess summoned the strength to open the video.

Suddenly, Jess was looking straight at Lana. She was standing in a fairly well-lit room and looking directly at the camera. It looked to Jess like she was standing in her living room as she glimpsed the edge of a black leather couch in the background. Lana’s long, dark hair hung freely down her back but was noticeably ruffled. There was a glow to her skin, as if she’d been perspiring. As if she’d been working out. Except she was stood there in a skimpy white lace bra that looked like it was part of an expensive lingerie set. Jess had a clear view of those wicked breasts held tightly in the bra, threatening to spill out and into full view. Her bottom half was clad in a tight pair of grey pyjama bottoms, with a white drawstring dangling from her waistband. Jess was confused, but she never fought the idea that Lana looked absolutely sensational.

Every frame of the video had Jess feeling that Lana was staring into her eyes. It was after five, maybe six, full seconds before Lana spoke. “Hello, Jess…” Hearing her name, Jess clenched her thighs as tightly as she could and stared at the video.

Lana stood in front of the camera and continued. “The time’s come for me to tell you…that I know all about your little secret. You know…at first…I thought, with the way you were staring at me that night, that you were just into me.” Lana’s right hand slowly crawled up her flat stomach as she softly caressed her breast over the bra. “But the way you stood there…watching me…as Mark handed me his phone…I could practically smell how turned on you were…”

Lana’s breath started to quicken as her hand fondling her breast took a long, slow grope. “I have to tell you…all week long…I can’t get it out of my mind.” Lana bit her bottom lip and purred. “And I loved every fucking second of it…To think, I was standing right there when your friends made that silly bet…and I heard every word. Every detail of it. Oh, I love…I just love to play games…”

As Lana systematically brought Jess’ secret…her kink…out of her head and into the world, Jess was convinced her heart had stopped. All she could feel was her pussy commanding her to bring herself back to orgasm. She stared achingly at the screen.

Lana stood there, allowing her fingers to clench and squeeze around her breast as she spoke. “It’s been over a week and I’ve been dying to know…are you still telling yourself that you were just sticking to the bet?” A soft, wicked, giggle burst free from Lana’s full lips. “But I know the truth…I knew it the moment you stood there…watching me take your boyfriend’s number…clenching those thighs…staring at me…trying so, so hard…not to cum…” Lana let her eyes close tightly for a brief moment as she struggled to get through her own message knowing how wet her own pussy was. “That’s the moment I knew…you wanted it so fucking bad…”

After slowing her breathing, Lana continued. “Just how long do you think that any man…your man…could’ve held out…when I started hitting on them…so fucking hard…” Lana gave her breast a firm squeeze and softly pulled the cup of her bra down to reveal just how hard her nipple was. Holding the position for a moment, Lana let her fingers snap upwards and tug slowly, but firmly, at the erect bullet. “You’re such…such a kinky bitch, Jess…”

Lana moaned as she tugged at her nipple and fought to regain her focus. “Let me tell you what’s gotten me off all week…When you said those words to me, Jess…that Mark…was just a friend…It was as if, you were daring me to do it…daring me to take him…daring me to fuck him…”

Lana could barely say it without taking a long, hard tug of her sensitive nipple before groping the full breast in her palm. “Well…as I said to my friend…you won’t have to ask twice…Mark’s a little tied up right now…But I wanted to send you something…that I know…deep in my fucking bones…that you need to see…” With that, the video ended and looped back to the beginning.

Jess sat there on Anella’s floor audibly whimpering with pure, unbridled lust. She felt her head start to drift from side to side as she tried to take it all in. Lana knew. She knew about them. She knew about the bet…but at that moment, all Jess could think about was that Lana knew about her…and that she wanted this…

As the video started to play for a second time, Jess was pulled back in by that sultry voice and those stunning brown eyes. Jess tried to analyse every word, frantically hoping that she’d missed something. But the same clip played and Jess sat there listening to Lana’s teases, watching as Lana toyed with her breast and jerked and pulled at her own nipple. Desperately, Jess glanced towards Anella’s bedroom door and saw it was closed tightly. Before she could succumb to her urges, the phone rumbled in her hand and the same unknown number had sent a follow-up message.

Was it true? Lana had all but outright said that Mark was with her. That he was a little tied-up? She couldn’t take it. Jess had to know and she hungrily swiped at her phone and opened the message. Once more, there was no accompanying text…just a video clip. Panting, Jess double tapped and the video played.

The camera was pointed directly at a double bed and the sight of Mark lying there, completely naked, his dick throbbing hard and twitching against thin air…Jess couldn’t take it and grabbed the side of her borrowed pink shorts. With her left hand holding the phone close to her face, Jess tried to lift her ass to pull the shorts, but it was a struggle. The shorts only made it halfway down her right thigh before her eyes were pulled back to Mark, writhing, bucking, on the bed alone as Jess heard the cold steel of the handcuffs rattling against the metallic bars of the headboard. Her eyes were drawn to the thin bands of shiny steel clamped so tight around both of his wrists and her mind burst into pieces. Mark was moaning softly; scratchy little groans were coming from the back of his throat. Suddenly the clip ended after only ten seconds and looped back to the start.

Jess groaned out in frustration. “No…no…fuck…don’t stop there. Fuck! Don’t stop…there…”

As the same short clip played, Jess sat up just enough to get the shorts down to her ankles and she kicked them off, violently. Immediately, without hesitation, Jess plunged her right hand into her black panties and let her fingers slip down to the base of her dripping pussy, before dragging them roughly all the way back up to her clit. With her back to Anella’s couch, she flung her head back for a moment with her eyes closed as Jess started to rub at her clit. It felt incredible and she was on the verge of orgasm after barely touching herself. Lifting her head, she studied the clip as it played in her hand, over and over. The love of her life lying there, handcuffed, desperate to cum. And she knew who was there with him.

The short clip had looped over ten times before Jess felt the rumble in her hand. Her eyes widened, knowing, that in that moment she’d have killed to see more. She had to see more. Again, the text was from the same unknown number. Jess double tapped and the next video played.

The camera hadn’t moved, and neither had Mark. He lay there writhing, but this time, Lana was there. Jess watched with her jaw open, panting, as Lana was clad in that stunning black lingerie set. Lana’s eyes were locked on Mark’s as she crept onto the bottom of the bed and slowly, agonisingly, made her way up to his lap. Mark’s moaning grew louder and Jess could hear the clanging of the steel. Slowly, with her hair tied up in that ponytail, Lana reached out and took Mark’s cock lightly into her grip. Looking up the bed at her plaything’s wrists trapped against her headboard, Lana took a deep breath and slipped the tip of her tongue against the base of his cock. After a long, torturous delay, Lana let her tongue slowly lick the full length of Mark’s dick, allowing the tip to rest on his bulging head.

Watching as Lana’s tongue tormented her boyfriend’s cock, Jess clutched two fingers together and pressed them deeply into her wet opening. She opened her legs wide, with her knees pulled up to her chest, and started pumping those fingers in and out of her wet pussy at a breakneck pace. Jess squealed, desperate for her own orgasm, knowing once and for all that it was happening. Mark was cheating on her…and she was sitting there like a kinky slut who couldn’t get enough of it.

Once more, the clip ended well before Jess was ready. She withdrew the fingers from her hole and started teasing her own clit as the clip replayed. Lana creeping onto the bottom of the bed as that lingerie accentuated her flawless body. All Jess could do was moan, alone in the dark.

The clip was longer than the first, so only replayed a few times before she felt the same rumble in her hand. Jess felt cursed as her craving for more appeared to be satisfied. She was hitting the buttons on the screen so fast she almost loaded the preceding clip by accident, before chastising herself and loading the new video.

Suddenly, Lana was straddling Mark’s lap in her lingerie. The lace of her black thigh-highs was pressing into Mark’s hips as her legs had closed on either side of him. Slowly, as Lana looked into Mark’s eyes, she reached behind her back with both hands. Tellingly, Jess watched as she saw Lana grinding slowly, but so hard, onto Mark’s rock-hard cock with just those thin panties keeping him at bay. Time seemed to stop for both Mark and Jess as Lana unhooked her cleavage bra and, finally, freed her breasts. They were mesmerising. Stunning, 30DDs standing proudly on Lana’s chest. They barely sagged as Lana freed them from the bra and her nipples were enticingly erect. Slowly, Lana leant down and slipped a hand to his cheek, before bringing her lips against his and trapping him in a smouldering kiss. As Mark’s lips parted, Lana’s tongue slipped past them and into his mouth, letting her hard nipples drag lightly across his chest before pressing them hard against him as their tongues met. Lana’s headboard started to shake as Mark strained with all his might to get free.

Jess sat there furiously rubbing her enflamed clit as she watched Lana drop her black lace bra on the floor, but called out, whimpering, as she saw their lips close upon one another’s. The moment Lana’s tongue slipped into his mouth; Jess throatily begged. “That’s my…that’s my fucking boyfriend…fuck…oh fuck…”

Jess tried to pull her panties down, but they got stuck on her thighs as the shorts did moments ago. She didn’t have a second to waste as she watched their tongues roll around, so softly, and grabbed the side of the panties and pulled them with such force that they tore free, leaving a red welt on her hip. As the cool air of Anella’s living room greeted Jess’s dripping wet pussy, she plunged two fingers back inside herself and called out softly. “She’s kissing him…oh fuck…she’s kissing him…stop fucking kissing him…”

Momentarily, Lana did stop the kiss as the video ended and looped back to the start. Suddenly, Jess is watching Lana straddling his lap once more as she reaches behind her back and unhooks the bra. Jess took the time to look at Mark’s face as he saw Lana’s breasts fully exposed for the first time, and all she saw was his furious desire. Jess’ hand was coated in her juices as she watched Lana swoop back in to repeat the kiss.

Staring at the phone as the same clip looped over and over again, Jess was trying so hard not to erupt all over Anella’s floor. Dreading the fact that her best friend could walk in on her, but also, Jess knew what she wanted to see. She knew what she wanted to push herself over the edge.

After a maddeningly slow few minutes, the phone rumbled once again in Jess’ left hand and she pulled her hand from her pussy to concentrate. Biting hard on her bottom lip, she saw the new message sit atop the messages tab and accessed it. As soon as she saw the video thumbnail, she double tapped, craving to see what was next.

The video played and Mark lay there still bound so tightly to Lana’s headboard. Now, Lana had freed herself from his lap and was standing at the side of the bed. Her tight, pert cheeks were facing the camera as Lana turned her head to stare at Mark’s hard cock. Jess watched, enthralled, as Lana slipped her hands to her tiny black panties and slowly slipped them down her thighs, past her knees and kicked them off. Jess was furiously rubbing her fingertips across her hard clit as she contemplated what was about to happen. Jess had pulled her t-shirt up and bitten down on the fabric to try and stifle her moans, but it was ineffective. She couldn’t stop herself from crying out, “Ugh…please…oh my God…please…do it…do it”

Hearing the words from her own mouth made Jess think she was a monster as Lana climbed to the top of the bed, before turning and facing down towards that throbbing hard cock. With a seductive wiggle of her hips, Lana positioned her own wet pussy directly above Mark’s lips and dropped down hard. Jess heard Lana groan like a slut as she slowly rode her boyfriend’s face, but Jess couldn’t see from that angle just how Mark was pleasuring her. The sound of the handcuffs clanging against the headboard was starting to take a backseat to Lana’s moans as Mark’s lips started to suck softly against her clit. Opening her eyes, Lana allowed herself to lean forwards as she gyrated on Mark’s tongue and came face-to-face with his hard dick. Teasingly, she slowly wrapped her plump lips around his swollen head and Mark let out a huge groan with Lana’s pussy grinding against his face.