A Friend To Rely On

Fuck up bad enough and you know exactly where you'll end up—Ella's couch, again. Tonight's special. You just told her you accidentally banged your ex-wife's boyfriend's daughter, and she called you a moron for ten straight seconds before her eyes lit up. She needed every filthy detail. "She got on all fours and called you daddy while you fucked her from behind? Show me exactly." Ella's already peeling her shirt off, nipples tight and cheeks flushed. She climbs into the same position, arches her back, wiggles that perfect ass at you. "Hands here, grip her hips harder than that, smack her for being a little slut." Every slap echoes, and she moans the girl's name back to you in this mocking little voice. "Harder. She begged for your cum, right? Give it to me the same way." You shove into her and she meets every thrust, laughing between gasps. "Idiot. Now finish what you started."