The Consequences Of Dressing Like A Slut

Lauren Phillips is in the kitchen bitching to Summer Hart about Aria Carson. "That girl keeps walking around here looking like she wants trouble," Lauren says. Summer nods, tits pushing against her top. She heads upstairs, knocks once, then pushes the door open. Aria’s on the bed, big tits barely covered, skirt hiked up so high it might as well not exist. Summer tells her straight: dressing like that has consequences. Aria smirks, tries to play it off, but Summer isn’t playing. She grabs Aria’s wrist, yanks the redhead closer, and slips her hand under that tiny skirt. Aria gasps, legs spreading on instinct. Summer’s fingers push inside, slow at first, then harder, thumb working the redhead’s clit. Aria’s back arches, her natural tits bounce with every thrust of Summer’s hand. Lauren hears the moans and steps in, eyes narrowing. Two sets of hands now—Summer still fingering deep while Lauren peels the skirt down and pins Aria’s arms above her head. Aria’s breathing turns ragged, red hair wild against the sheets. They don’t stop till her thighs shake and she’s gasping for air, legs slick, skirt forgotten on the floor. Summer pulls her fingers out, glistening, and gives Aria a cocky grin. "See? That’s what happens when you dress like a little slut."