All the Boys Love Brooke Davis
Chapter Four: Turning Haley
Posted on – May 27th, 2015 AEST
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Off to the house with the red door they were; these two new femme fatales fresh from their devilry. Their decimation of Dan Scott. They itched to have some one-on-one time. The girls went together in Haley's car since Brooke had no transport of her own, having been dropped off at Dan's. It also gave Tree Hill's most voracious, barely legal babe an excuse to fool around and sneak in some foreplay. Not long into the drive, she laid a hand on the driver's seat and wormed it up Haley's thigh, snugly tucking it under her jeans.
The newcomer barely made a peep, nonplussed on what to say and doing well to maintain focus on the road. Brooke was just as silent, letting her fingers do the talking, neglecting Haley's clit and tending only to her lips, like a big fucking tease. But her busy, darting eyes made up for the lack of verbal stimulus and she studied her married friend's body with a burning gaze. The sexual energy frothed over already – ALREADY! Imagine how excited they would get alone in a bedroom, bereft of distractions. The hum of the car's motor seemed distant with the erotic breaths and shudders coming from both young beauties. An anticipation of things to come only added to this pleasurable little splash of cheekiness. Nathan hadn't made any moves on Haley whatsoever from the passenger's seat, so she had lived ignorant to the unmitigated thrill one can derive from driving with a hand between your legs.
When they pulled up outside Brooke's, the host of the evening vacated Haley's panties, and fingers met nose for a cheerful whiff of her scent. Still she said nothing, which made it all the more dirty and intimate. The girls stepped out onto the driveway and made their short walk to the front door in tandem, exchanging the most adorable glances and smiles as they did. Anybody would think they were a couple of lovebirds. With a turn of the key and a flinging open of the door, a chucklesome thought came to Haley's mind; "One small step for man... one giant leap for mankind." She knew setting foot in her good friend's house would trigger a series of erotic events. Who knew Neil Armstrong's words would one day befit a gorgeous girl exploring her sexuality? She took that step and was ushered inside; the pair now absent from any possible prying eyes. Brooke took Haley's hand and held it as she rubbed herself through the fabric of her expensive jeans.
They wandered into their destination – Brooke's bedroom – with the burning desire to exploit their resounding chemistry. Brooke made the first move, leading Haley to the bed and pinning her down, before pecking and nibbling up her neck to her soft lips.
"I hope you're as wet as I am," Brooke whispered their first words since leaving Dan's. "If not I'm going to make you." She kicked into aggressor mode and French kissed Haley while groping her pert breasts and tugging down her jeans. "Let's get these off." Brooke sat up on her ankles and pulled off the shorter girl's denim trousers. "Much better." Haley lay there smitten by this girl's unfairly good looks. Her seductive eyes, thin yet full lips, cute-as-a-button nose, and trademark dimples with their soft shadows.
"I'm never going to get over how pretty you are," Haley spoke in understated awe as Brooke returned to feeling up, and making out with, her guest. With prowess, she shimmied off her own bottom-half and ground her sweet spot against Haley's – their chic panties all that separated a pussy-to-pussy massage. In no time at all their respective sheer and cotton undergarments became tainted with damp spots. If locking lips with Brooke Davis wasn't spoils enough, surrendering and being dry humped qualified as pampering of the highest calibre. The duo continued like this for a good couple of minutes; tribbing passionately as their body heat radiated and luscious lips clashed picturesquely. With no more indication than a few ambiguous moans, Haley's neck arched back and mouth staggered wide in her best impersonation of Ghostface as she, you got it, came. Just like that. She whimpered through her hard-hitting climax and Brooke intently watched the nuances in her pleasure-ridden, angelic face. Brooke groaned, lightly sinking her teeth into Haley's shoulder and keeping tabs on her instinctive, glorious expression from the corner of her eye.
Haley's orgasm eventually wound down, as they all do, unfortunately. She needed another.
"Okay... whoa," she chuckled, totally blown away by Brooke and the immensity of that euphoria.
"You liked it that much, hey? Our cute little pussies kissing."
"I'm sensitive."
"You are. You're a sensitive little bitch," Brooke cooed, grinning devilishly and reading a delight in Haley's eyes on that last word.
"Call me a little bitch again," Haley requested unabashedly.
"You're a little bitch. My compliant... naughty... beautiful little bitch," Brooke accentuated her words of endearment. "Do you want to come again, bitch?"
"Yes," Haley nodded like a bobblehead, tingling from the physical and emotional mercy. "Yes, please."
"Good. I have just the thing to keep your pretty face flustered." Brooke averted Haley's gaze as she gracefully hopped off the bed to fetch her most prized possession from under her bed. "I don't think you've ever seen one of these before... It's a sybian."
"What does it do?" Haley asked of the contraption as Brooke dragged it to a spacey spot on the floor.
"Get your cute booty over here and find out." Brooke rubbed the phallic insertion poking out from the centre of the device. "Park that cute cookie right on this." Haley moseyed down off the bed and did just that, stationing herself on the sex toy's protrusion and cautiously watching Brooke move the dials on the gizmo's remote. Suddenly this thing came alive. It vibrated, penetrated and rotated, instantly drawing gasps of pleasure from Haley.
"Wow," she said with a giggle as her coochie responded with some exuberance of its own.
"How amazing does that feel?" Brooke posed the question that needn't be asked as she kissed up her transcending friend's neck.
"Oh, wow. Ohhh... God. Mmmph. Oh, God!"
"Let Mr Sybian take care of you, Haley," the dazzling host whispered, nibbling on an earlobe and turning the luxury sex toy to a higher setting. Safe to say the device made an impression – instilling a plethora of spine-tingling sensations in Haley and leaving her short of breath in mere moments. It induced an ecstasy too few women have the privilege of experiencing, much less comprehending. "Not that you weren't already the cutest thing ever, but-" Brooke shook her head. "I could eat you up. Your moans make me want to come so bad." This flattered and exhilarated Haley to no end. First of all, to be thought of sexually by another girl made her weak at the knees, and secondly, for that girl to be such a close friend and freakishly stunning human being... it felt surreal.
"You're going to lose it again, aren't you? I can see it in your eyes. That pussy is just on cloud nine. Tell me you're going to come." Even a sex-mad creature like Brooke didn't keel this soon on her inaugural sybian ride, but to be fair she had set the gadget's speed and vibration exceptionally high for a newbie.
"I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come, Brooke."
"Then do it. Come, my little bitch."
"Thank you!" Add 'laboured breathing' to the list of things Brooke found to be astronomically perfect and sexy about Haley's current state.
"And if you really are my little bitch you'll look at me when you're coming." Intense eye contact ensued. Eye contact Haley wanted to hold but physically couldn't. She buried her head into Brooke's shoulder as her snatch set off with indescribable, unmeasurable, spectacular commotion. The sweet melody she permeated in the form of moans: GOOD FUCKING LORD.
"You sexy fucking bitch... Wow. I've got goosebumps. That's how you come," Brooke breathed raggedly, awe-struck by her gal pal's onset hypersexuality. Stroking Haley's pursed lips with a thumb, she eventually got her icing on the cake – a kiss from the overjoyed hottie. Switching off the sybian, she butted Haley aside to inhale her, shall we say, freshly squeezed juice. "Tsk. Look at this mess," she surveyed the drizzles of girl cum with a feigned lack of enthusiasm. "Oh well. My favourite part's always been the clean-up." Brooke washed her sybian regularly, just not before sucking and slurping up every last vestige of bodily fluids that graced it. Brooke's wholesome lust for her nectar concoction captivated Haley who, coming down from a physical high, re-entered an emotional one. Nathan didn't idolise or worship her pussy and its wonderful offerings quite like this. Brooke even moaned and whispered sweet nothings as she nourished her tastebuds on Haley's heavenly cream, so completely and utterly immersed in them. Haley's hand had a mind of its own as it nestled down in between her legs – her moist snatch just a shade away from appearing candescent.
"Am I yummy?"
"The yummiest," Brooke moaned, tenderly finishing her dessert and moving to her titillated buddy's crotch in search of a second helping. "Put those pretty fingers out for me like a cock." Haley raised her wrist and strings of cum relayed from her fingers to the slit with which they came. "The yummiest," Brooke reiterated with a heightened sensuality and deviousness. She drew adorable whimpers out of Haley as they met eyes again and the cum connoisseur went knuckle-deep. As everything preceding it, this faux blowjob was spell-bounding in its sheer eroticism. Nothing up Nathan's sleeve compared to how desirable and special this seductress made her feel.
Brooke continued bobbing her head on Haley's fingers well after the flavour of cum was gone, enjoying the way they brushed up against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She too was entirely absorbed and grateful. Brooke could see how flustered and turned on her counterpart was and it thrilled her to think this was merely the inception. The potential for future lechery seemed bottomless.
"I think you should be my little sybian now."
"Ooh. What does that entail?" Haley asked, blushing sweetly with a very visceral curiosity.
"Your pretty tongue in and around my pussy."
"Don't mind if I do," Haley said in the softest of voices. Brooke gestured to the bed with a finger and then twirled it around her hair in the cutest fashion possible. Haley got comfortable on the expensive and exotic sheets, and the synergy of this darling duo had a life of its own. As hackneyed as it sounds, the girls were so immediate, so there, so completely lost in the moment.
"Fucking eat me out, you dirty little bitch." Brooke asserted. Her playful callousness sent more shivers up Haley's spine and her carnal desire to boiling point. "Are you ready for this? Hey, sexy? Are you ready to go down on your first girl?" Haley could only manage to nod in the affirmative – stringing words together never came easy at landmark moments of your life. The inimitable Brooke Davis knelt over Haley with spread legs and let the slid a finger back and forth between her slit. Eye candy deluxe for the keen observer below. "Tell me you want my pussy."
"I want it."
"You're forgetting a word..."
"I want your pussy," Haley spoke with earnest and an unintended faintness. It sounded so loud and emphatic in her head. "I want your pussy, Brooke." And she really did. She had to know how this goddess of a woman tasted and what her dainty lady parts felt like pressed upon her lips. "I need it. Please give your pussy. I want it so bad."
"You want me to sit on your face?"
"I need you to. Please sit on me."
"Aw, baby," Brooke cooed. She melted at the warm touch of Haley's hands travelling up her calves to her thighs and absent-mindedly sent her own feelers out to tend to her body. Brimming with tremendous arousal, any bit of attention Brooke received was amplified much in the same way as the sounds in Haley's head.
Haley was an instinctual creature in the bedroom who valued and thrived on foreplay, so when she laid the sweetest of kisses on Brooke's feet, it had the desired effect. It was sensual, and sensuality came easy when you weren't cruelly tantalising someone as they had Dan. The sisterhood they shared was the gasoline to their uncontainable, scorching hot fire of eroticism, and the grabby hands, exquisite kisses, magical words – they all but burnt Brooke to a crisp. She lowered, gently burying her crotch into the gorgeous girl and being hit with sublime sensations that surpassed her expectation. Plenty of guys had found themselves where her number one girl crush was right now, and none of them compared. Haley appeared to be a naturally-gifted cunt-licker.
"Mmmph. How are you so good at that?" Brooke cupped a tit in her hand and took it her mouth, savouring the boob sweat and flicking her sensitive nipple. "Oh, fuck. Good girl. You know what you're doing, don't- oh, fuck! BABY!" Her moans tightened with each passing second, caught off-guard by Haley's succinct oral abilities. "Eat your dinner, you dirty, dirty... DIRTY bitch! AHHH! Yes... Yes. YESSSS. Right there. Mm-hm. Right there, Haley! Don't stop! You want me to come all over that pretty fucking face of yours, don't you? I can feel it. You're gonna make me squirt all over your hot little lapdog face!" Brooke approached that pinnacle moment thanks to this surprisingly fine display of pussy-licking. Haley's dexterous and consummate assault well and truly did the trick. "Fuck, fuck, FUUUUUHHHCK! Get your tongue in that twat... that tight fucking pussy!" Brooke announced feverishly. Haley was so alert and quick to follow those orders. She darted her tongue as deep inside Brooke's crevice as it allowed – her nose snug in the folds of her friend's cunt – and struck gold as a stream of the nicest, purest cream lavished her tastebuds. Brooke may have been the orchestrator, but she was Haley's little bitch at this juncture. Her face contorted and body writhed as she submitted to the throes of orgasm. An orgasm so intense and almost singular that she indeed squirted; a rarity for Brooke.
This wonderful, refreshing treat of cum teemed right into Haley's encompassing mouth with some serious propulsion behind it. The best surprise any horny fucker could ever ask for.
"Did I just squirt in your mouth? Oh, you dirty girl, I did!" That ejaculation even shook Brooke's vocal chords; elevating the husky, raspy attributes of her seductive voice. Without blinking an eye, Haley drank it down. "And you're SWALLOWING it! I don't know what to say. I'm speech- I want you to ride my face so bad right now. So fucking badly." Having Brooke talk to her in such a way—now and throughout her brief but unforgettable muff-diving debut—quenched Haley's thriving libido. No longer could she be considered sexually naive or pure and innocent. Tonight's amazing, game-changing debauchery rendered that perception redundant. Brooke ran her hands through Haley's hair and they felt an immense closeness, smack bang being friendship and romantic relationship. The girls were kind of blowing each other's minds.
"Naw, I want more," Haley exaggerated a pout.
"Thirsty little bitch, aren't ya?" Brooke purred, biting her lip. "Let me dress up for you instead."
"Dress up?"The girls were naked and the night was still young. Putting clothes ON is the exact opposite of what Haley wanted right now, however the plans of the vixen left her acutely curious and inquisitive.
"Mm-hm. I want to look cute for you."
"You mean CUTER."
Tree Hill's most prized starlet went behind closed doors for a few nervous minutes before her grand re-entrance. What she came back with exceeded Haley's expectations, with Brooke more serene, more wondrous, more picturesque than any landscape on the verge of sunrise. She raised a "whaddaya think?" eyebrow which was completely lost on Haley – too busy studying and eye-fucking this sensational beauty. Her attire fundamentally mismatched, however it was only a testament to Brooke's unrelenting sex appeal that she could pull off bedwear combined with clubwear. She donned a tiny, black, silk camisole with hot pink lining short enough for her ass and white thong panties to show; black exotic dancer boots sparkling with red sequins to accompany the scintillating red sheer hosiery hugging her firm, toned legs; a faux silver tiara, and most alluring; a mouth dildo. That is – a dildo fitted to a harness much like a strap-on, only this wasn't purposed for the hips. It wrapped around the back of Brooke's head with a large rubber cock protruding from her mouth. Her mention of "ride my face" suddenly took on a whole new and ample meaning. To make this kinky little toy all the more interesting and multi-player friendly, it came with a detachable ball gag which Brooke saw fit to keep on. Would it come as a shock to anyone to learn Brooke had an affinity with being gagged? Because it shouldn't. The girl loves to talk, no doubt, but her ravenous nymphomaniac side trumps that. Being rendered practically mute is something she took an immediate liking to in her early days of deepthroating. She also found the ball gag to be amazingly hot in the bondage lesbian porn she frequented – a type of adult material she got off to like no other.
These sapphic lovers were a few mere lust-filled, silent seconds away from pure, unadulterated sweaty sex. You might draw a comparison to the old western stand-offs where the gunslingers size one another up, ready to draw their guns. Only in this case those middle-aged sharpshooters were babes in their prime hell-bent on fucking like crazy. Brooke pranced over in her gleaming boots to the bedside – close enough to see the hairs sticking up on Haley's skin. Taking a seat opposite her plaything, she walked her fingers up a parted leg and to her holy grail. Tutor Girl was moist. Soaking wet, in fact. Brooke's touch and the way her eyes smiled made Haley shudder. She lingered a finger down to the puckered, virginal butt hole an inch or two away, declaring an interest in fingering her cute girlfriend's ass.
"I've never had anything in there before," Haley admitted, relishing the sensation. Brooke ran tantalising circles around the very opening, probing it with incredible delicacy. "Do it," she spoke softly.
"Little hole, little hole, let me in," Brooke thought – cheekily referencing 'Three Little Pigs'. She moaned with delight through her gag, slipping in her middle and index fingers. Haley's cum inadvertently made great lube!
"You like that?"
"Ughn-hghn," Brooke nodded.
"I like THIS," Haley batted the dildo, just as fixated on the rubber cock as Brooke was on a certain tight orifice. "I hear it makes your orgasm that much more intense... anal. Nathan won't try it, even with a condom and everything. Can you believe that?" Say no more. Brooke's lubricated mouth dildo is the perfect substitute for a reluctant husband. She twiddled her fingers deeper inside Haley, all the way up to her knuckles. The warmth and sensation of her bang buddy's tense little hole was literally the stuff of her dreams. For Brooke, sleep was simply an intermission whereby her deepest and darkest sexual fantasies were previewed, and nestling herself into that booty of Haley's had caused many a wet dreams. "Put your dick inside me."
Brooke rested her head on a pillow as Haley straddled her chest with starry eyes, taking in this monster about to invade her ass. Propping herself up, elbows extended, the anal 'defloweree' prepared for landing and Brooke used her hands to give the dildo stability and that last bit of necessary guidance. Having been properly greased, the fake cock broke through Haley's sphincter and breezed in the rest of the way. Haley strained at the sensation of her stretching red eye, and any other first-timer might apprehensively abandon ship that instant, but she persisted. Gritting her teeth and furrowing her brow, she moved up and down the well-endowed member, enjoying it more and more with each self-perpetuated thrust. Brooke held front row seats to the penetration of a delicate little butthole and puffy pussy; the latter of which she clamoured to please. As Haley continued to rise and fall on the fuck missile, the muscles in her ass adapted and eased and the less obtrusive it all felt. So when a couple of expert hands rubbed the face of her pussy it was sheer pleasure for both holes.
"Don't stop. Please, don't stop," she pleaded. Pfft. As if Brooke had any intention of leaving this closet nymph high and dry! Haley's stilted, methodical riding transitioned into bouncing. Rampant bouncing that spurred on Brooke to really go wild with her transcending twat-battering. "Is your little bitch making you proud?" Haley upped the ante, bobbing on the entire length of the shaft – her bubble butt smacking and crushing Brooke, knocking odd her adorned tiara. "Thank you... for letting me ride your pretty face and be a... a slut." If a response could be made she'd be thanked right back. "I'm your dirty little butt slut!" This popping of her anal cherry truly awoke the whore in Haley; a lewd persona her own husband hadn't met. Haley's lively springing and exertion only intensified the closer she edged to climax, determined to be at capacity when she hit that glorious peak. She and Nathan practised this idea of not leaving anything in the tank. Their mantra? Bang like maniacs whose lives depend on it and be thrown into a euphoric acid trip. The equally-erratic pampering of her vulva went into overdrive and then shut down as Haley clamped up. Her knees and thighs slapped together, squeezing and arresting Brooke's hands as a historical, exceptional orgasm practically raped her body. "FFFFFFFFFFFFFUCK-UHH!"
Haley squealed, slamming down on the cock in finality, her anal ring gripping it as her throbbing pussy mashed into Brooke's nose, depriving her of precious oxygen. And it took Haley a fair while before realising her inadvertently enforced asphyxiation. She basked in the abundance of unexplainable pleasure coursing throughout her, feeling refreshed and utterly satisfied. As these sensations ebbed and her mind descended back to reality, the hot air blowing through a certain someone's nostrils and point blank against her creaming cunt alerted Haley to the situation. That wouldn't be the end to it, though, because simultaneous to her noticing, Brooke showed hunger for the other wet box in the room – her own. Gentle, decadent finger-strokes beneath her panties escalated to furious masturbation and an audible squishing. This prompted the newfound slut (or bitch, or whatever sexually-evocative names Haley had a fondness of) to grind and press into her suffocating nymph queen with unparalleled conviction. "You're just full of deviant surprises," Haley shook her head in astonishment and found Brooke's eyes just barely peeking out from between her legs. Eyes consumed with a carnal desperation to get off. "You're one of those sick, unbelievably sexy freaks who get off with a belt around their neck and come right before blacking out? I love it." The continued unexpectedness of Haley's behaviour and brevity of her carefully-chosen words packed a punch, acting as verbal jerk-off material. Brooke cried guttural, muffled moans through her ball gag and drool streaked from the corners of plump her lips down either cheek. "Are you about to come? Then do it. Come, my little bitch!" Haley merrily urged, mirroring an earlier line directed at her. Brooke's eyes fluttered closed as she rode the waves of ecstasy, whimpering and shaking amid this quaint and adorable orgasm. Haley studied her profoundly angelic face and visceral, impulsive expressions harder than she'd studied for any test or exam, then unhurriedly dismounted her dildo joystick and released Brooke from the clutches of her cunt. She grinned with adulation at her compatriot's off-colour face – specifically, at her flaring nose and its glazing of milky cum left behind. "I hope you're okay with smelling my pussy for the next week," Haley purred, happily cleaning up her mess. This involved both long and short, jabbing licks, as well as candidly suckling on Brooke's nose as if harbouring some deep desire for it. Brooke undid her mouthpiece and inverted the dildo's direction, gliding it down her yearning throat with the sole intention of chugging and choking. She wanted Haley's lovely eyes to meet hers once more as she sucked the braniac's ass off her inanimate boyfriend. And they did. The self-inflicted gagging made Brooke's eyes glisten, then well up (ala Puss in Boots – only remarkably sexy in addition to lethally cute). And as much as she relished Haley's flavours, she relished her physical closeness and their raunchy vibe more.
"Is there anything you won't do?" Haley mused with shuddering breath and a hushed captivation. That question could go both ways, given what relatively little cajoling was necessary to get her on board with all of this. She hadn't stopped blushing since Dan's, and now her cheeks found a way to redden even more, in the wake of this prolonged gaze and deepthroating. "You don't wanna let go of that thing, do you? I must have quite the tasty butt." Haley expressed the kind of fleeting smirk one makes when ridiculously turned on that lasts literally a solitary second because the situation is so alluring and palpable. Your mind doesn't focus on what's whimsical or amusing – only on how fucking sexy your partner looks.
Brooke briskly slid the dildo from the confines of her spoilt-rotten and drooling mouth, making a gesture of "ta-da." She channelled her inner-magician slash sword swallower.
"Talented girl," Haley said giddily, before being rolled over onto the bed in an affably aggressive action. With Brooke now on top, she licked her lips and whispered, "I'd say more dirty than talented. Now... open wide." Her throat-fucking yielded an influx of precious spit and, gauging Haley's reaction (for signs of either impatience and want or trepidation and reluctance), she committed and let saliva dribble from her lips. Haley moaned as the first strings touched down on her waiting tongue. More new territory for the intrepid beauty, and she tingled at her participation. There's something inherently kinky about spit-swapping, whether during, before, or after sex. She shuddered lustfully when Brooke inched closer and spat point blank into her hungry mouth. "No swallowing just yet," she whispered flirtatiously and served up a triple dose of her mouth juices in quick succession, then lewdly stuck her tongue down the startled girl's throat to scoop her coarse contents right back up. With tentative, searing eyes on her and a spate of understated moans, Brooke swished the substance of unthinkable, exotic filth in her mouth.
"I love you," Haley fluttered her eyelashes, enamoured with this prurient goddess. Like a patient in the dentist's chair, she again opened wide and awaited the missile of frothy, foamy spit.
"Now," Brooke gave permission to swallow and the offering was immediately gobbled down. "I love you more," she said sweetly, treating Haley's face to a few love taps and slaps (corporal punishment that jibed with their close bond). "I fucking adore my vile little spit bucket bitch." That sequence of nouns and descriptors prompted Haley to dig her fingers into Brooke's ass and initiate some heavy making out. Extended smooching that Brooke took by the horns to commandeer and dominate. Two fantastic kissers going at it – consumed with their attraction and compulsion towards each other. Quite the competent multi-taskers, they gyrated their waists and grazed pussies, with Brooke so swollen and sensitive that it brought her a quaint little orgasm. That inspired Haley to hump all the harder and transition their snogging into full-blown Frenching. Sure, Brooke could come like this, but why not add icing to the cake? Keeping her sole focus on Haley's lips (both sets), she fetched her nifty Hitachi from the bedside drawer without a single fumble or feel-around. She was well-oriented with her bed – and so she should be, what with the ridiculous amount of time she spent doing the nasty on it.
The faint, unmistakable buzzing of a sex toy invigorated Haley's level of urgency and unadulterated sexual energy. Having Brooke unable to resist self-satisfaction appeased Haley's burgeoning dirty mind. So with that mutual elevation of arousal in mind, it's handy that the Hitachi isn't strictly a 'single player' gadget. Brooke held the wondrous clit vibrator between both their sandwiching twats and made Haley see God. Their hooded nubs were blissfully pelted with sweet tremors and the slutty synchronizers even came in tandem. Haley's mouth dropped open, eyes rolled back into her head, and flushed red from the collar bone up, such was the intensity of her orgasm. (Those familiar with pornstar Carter Cruise's o-face will know the look.) Brooke molested her exposed neck with love-bites, mumbling all sorts of dirty talk and encouragement with a general theme of, 'You don't see it yet, but you actually might be a bigger whore than me.'
END OF CHAPTER FOUR