Homemade Porn

“Amanda! “Juliana, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said. “I needed that,” she gasped. Are you trying to cure my car-o-phobia by acclimatisation?”

“Exactly. I wondered if she’d ever been in a bad accident herself, but wanting to talk about pain and bloodshed was the last thing I wanted to do. “Is it dreams?”

“The dreams,” I said. At other times those same memories would be a cruel reminder of what I had no longer. Ms L_____…”

“Call me Juliana, please. “May I come in?”

I realised I was standing blocking the door and goggling up at her like an imbecile. I still have the dreams. “What happened?”

“Bad day at work,” I muttered. “Let’s do it together.”

This time I didn’t refuse. “Stop that!”

“In a bit,” she said, grinning. You always have one.”

She snorted. A moment later the molten heat of her vulva was kissing mine. Unable to stop myself from crying out, I hit an orgasm that left me biting my lip hard enough to draw blood.