Don't Be A Slut
Fingers slid down smooth and pale skin, lips soon followed. She found herself humming out quietly and puckering a pink smudged mouth, pushing quick kisses against every spot of skin she could reach. She even took off those black gloves that the older woman wore and kissed each finger tip, silently promising that she'd be there for her no matter what.
She could hear the amused rumble of two voices, one sounding an awful lot like a southern bell and the other's voice just made her think of velvet.
They were talking about how sweet the two women looked curled up against each other, the smaller straining to kiss everywhere all at once. The man with the velvet voice called her name and then the other's, making her wonder what exactly the other wanted. It wasn't until she felt two calloused hands at her hips pulling her back against another warm body.
Ah, they wanted That.
"C'mon, brat," she heard the southern bell whisper into her ear, she figured that was who was behind her. "Let's see what yer made of." That was when she felt long digits fondling her belt buckle. The petite woman hissed and rocked away, only managing to get a gruff laugh from the bell.
"Not now," she grumbled, rocking forwards, pressing herself fully against the other woman who seemed to laugh and let each soft chuckle vibrate through her body. The youngest squirmed against the other female and then let out a soft snort. "Get off of me, jerkface." The male's answer involved quickly yanking her pants down and shoving a hand between her legs, rubbing lightly at the small female's groin, he was rewarded with a elbow to his face as the female reared backwards and scrambled to put her pants back on properly. "You ruined it."
"S'the point, kid, if you're not goin' to back up what yer bodies sayin' to everyone, don't act like a slut," the southern bell grunted out, yanking on the young brunette's hair slightly, happy with how he got through to her. "And pay more attention to your males, or we may jus' decide we don't want to see this anymore, got me, kiddo?"
"Did you just call me a slut?" The petite woman asked the southerner, her lips were twitching and the larger brunette latched onto the petite one and held her still, muttering soft soothing words and glaring at the bell from over the smaller's shoulder. The man with the velvet voice moved on to the bed on the taller brunette's left side, an arm reaching around and holding the two women against him, a slightly private smile appearing on his face as he listened to his women mutter about revenge.
"Be careful, she may have something to blackmail you with," he muttered softly, his eyes closing as he rested his head against an pillow.
That's right, he was completely right. When the other let go of her, the petite one mused, the southern bell was so getting a foot up his ass and a bunch of porn of him spread via the internet.