Chapter 87: Pretty Girl is Pretty Slutty

I kept feeding her my thumb slow—pushing deeper, letting her get used to the thickness in her mouth, the feel of sucking something big. She moaned around it—licking sloppy, tongue swirling eager, lips sucking tight like she was already practicing for my dick. I wanted her ready; my cock was thick, and she’d gag hard if she wasn’t prepared.

Her hand stroked me teasing—soft palm, fingers exploring, finding a good rhythm now, style improving fast, twisting gentle at the head, making precum leak steady.

"Yeah... just like that, Gloria," I groaned low, hips rocking subtle into her grip. "Aahh... you’re getting good."

She pulled off my thumb a little—lips shiny, string of spit connecting—looking up at me with those slutty, innocent eyes. "Just like that?"

Like my little slut asking permission to please me.

"Yeah," I rasped, pushing my thumb back in, letting her suck harder. "Keep doing that... and I’ll feed you my dick soon."

She moaned deep into my thumb—vibrating hard—thinking about my throbbing cock stretching her pretty mouth, how I’d fuck it slow then hard, cum thick loads all over her gorgeous face, marking her completely mine.

Brittany got behind Gloria—kneeling close, biting her shoulder soft where the thin strap left skin bare, then harder, making Gloria whimper around my thumb, body arching between us.

Gloria was lost—moaning nonstop, hand speeding up on my dick, sucking my thumb like it was the real thing.

I pushed my other fingers into her mouth now—letting her suck them all slow, saliva leaking down her chin, her pretty face glistening, lips stretched wet and shiny. She was looking more fuckable every passing second—moaning like a slut, eyes half-lidded, completely lost in it.

Brittany pulled Gloria’s thin straps down both sides—bareing her shoulders, the tight vest slipping lower, revealing the upper swell of her full tits, spilling out soft and heavy, ready to be sucked like there was no tomorrow.

She started biting Gloria’s shoulder hard—teeth grazing, then sinking in, making her best friend arch and whimper.

"Aaahhh..." Gloria moaned around my fingers, body jolting.

"Nice girl, Brittany," I groaned, watching them. "Keep making her hornier... and I’ll reward you with something special too."

"Promise?" Brittany asked breathy, hands sliding to Gloria’s tiny waist, massaging slow circles, making her lose more control by the second—body melting between us.

"Yeah, I promise," I said, moaning low as Gloria found the perfect rhythm stroking my dick—hand slick with precum, twisting just right. "Be a good girl... and you’ll get good-girl treats."

Gloria liked hearing that—moaning louder around my fingers, sucking harder, hand speeding up on my cock like she wanted the reward too.

I slid one hand to her tits—feeling the soft spill over the slipped vest, outlining her hard nipple through the thin fabric, pinching light.

"Aaahhh..." she cried soft, pulling off my fingers for a second, body shivering hard.

"Gloria... your boyfriend doesn’t make you feel good?" I asked low, squeezing her nipple firmer over the fabric, rolling it slow.

"Aahh... Alex... he doesn’t know a single thing to make a woman happy," she confessed breathy, pushing her chest into my hand, sucking my fingers again desperate. "He only wants to talk... hang out..."

"Such a pussy," I growled, pinching harder. "A pretty girl like you doesn’t deserve a guy like that."

She moaned agreement—eyes locked on mine, full of need.

"Don’t worry," I said, voice dark. "You’ll know tonight how a real man handles a pretty woman like you."

She liked the idea—body trembling harder, hand stroking me faster, saliva dripping as she sucked my fingers like they were my cock.

She’d heard all the stories from Brittany—every filthy detail of me devouring her best friend, stretching her tight holes, making her scream and beg for more. Gloria must’ve come on this trip just out of curiosity—wondering if the rumors were true, if one guy could really turn a girl inside out like that.

Now she was finding out firsthand.

And the way she looked at my cock—wide-eyed awe, hand stroking faster, saliva dripping from her chin as she sucked my fingers clean—told me she was already addicted.

Curiosity won. She was hooked.

And tonight?

I was going to show her everything Brittany had bragged about—and more.

Her pretty face, those full lips, that innocent-but-hungry stare?

I’d ruin it beautifully. Make her crave me like air.

Just like her best friend already did.

Brittany spilled Gloria’s boobs fully now—pulling the thin top down completely, revealing them in all their glory. They were even bigger than Brittany’s—full, heavy, perfect olive-skinned handfuls with dark nipples already hard and begging.

My dick liked the view—throbbing harder in Gloria’s stroking hand.

I put my hands on them—nice, firm squeeze first, feeling the weight, the softness overflow my palms, thumbs rolling over her hard nipples rough, pinching light then harder.

She moaned loud—"Aahh... Alex..."—arching into my grip, body trembling as I worked her tits with both hands, kneading deep, tugging the peaks until they turned red and swollen.

Brittany watched close—smiling proud, hand on Gloria’s thigh rubbing slow, encouraging.

Gloria was lost—moaning nonstop, hand speeding up on my dick, eyes locked on my hands like she couldn’t believe how good it felt.

I kept going—squeezing harder, twisting her nipples just enough to make her gasp and buck, her inexperienced body responding perfect, pussy dripping down her thighs from just this.

Then I slapped them both—one by one—sharp cracks making them jiggle wild, turning the skin pink then red.

"Aahh... Alex... you’re so rough..." she cried, voice shaky like she didn’t like it—but her back arched deeper, pushing them into my hands, begging for more like the inexperienced slut she was.

I made her Colombian tits glow red from the slaps—Brittany licking her back now, tongue dragging down her spine, biting her shoulder blades, turning her on even harder.

Then I squeezed her nipples hard—pinching and twisting.

She cried out—"Aahh... not that hard, please..."

But her hand stroked my cock faster—body trembling, pussy soaking the bunk beneath her.

She wanted it rough—craved it.

And I was just getting started.