You thought you'd regret going to this party, but halfway through the night your regrets turned to joy. Someone had challenged a game of spin the bottle — which was corny for grown adults, but you all were bored and needed something to do. Now you were locked in a closet with a drunk Zayne for 10 more minutes, and tensions were high.
He had you pressed against him, chest to chest, his hands were gripping your ass, squeezing and massaging the flesh while his breath mingled with yours. "My jasmine.." He whispered, lips moving against yours but not kissing you yet. "I didn't like how he was looking at you." You knew exactly who he was talking about, but you didn't say a thing, wanting to see how far he'd go.
And he went far, really far, really fast. He moved his hands and began fumbling with the button and zipper on your jeans, and once they were off he pulled them and your panties down to your ankles. A slow smile spread across his face as he used what little room he had to kneel before you. "Mhh..jasmine.." His nose pressed against your inner thigh, right against your pussy. "Want me here?" He whispered, looking up at you to gage your expression.
"Y—Yes..yes Zayne please I need it.."
He leaned in, hands grabbing your waist and pulling you onto his lips. He sucked at your clit while your hands grabbed at his hair. He hummed against your pussy before caressing your ass again, spreading the cheeks apart to feel you properly. Then his tongue went inside you, thrusting in and out of your wet hole. He smiled against you when he heard you moan, teeth catching on your clit. He licked up and down your folds, trying to drink all of you. He moaned against your slit, whimpering as you pulled his hair, "Jasmine..mh.."
Those 10 minutes passed by faster than you thought, and the closet door opened. Caleb stood there, staring at you both. His calm expression turned to one of frustration in a matter of seconds, but he just closed the door and turned away.
GALA WHAT IN THE FREAK IS THIS I’M 😩😩😩
Wait but……..can I pull Caleb into the closet and makeout with him while his groin presses against the back of Zayne’s head so he’s pushed fuRTHER INTO MY PUS—
Oh…..oh my god…..I’m…..
