Mistaken Identity (Women's Fantasies) Read Online Free

with hard. Soft skin, hard nipples. Such a sweet taste, like fruit. Her skin was magnificent.
    “She wants it,” Green said to Red. “You want it, don’t you, Mitzi?”
    Brenda nodded. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was consenting to until Red forced her to her knees. Kneeling was easier on her shoulders, but a wall of water met her face as the agent pressed it to Green’s crotch.
    Her pussy wasn’t shaved—not completely. A strip of short, dark hair at the front tickled Brenda’s nose as she traced her tongue between Green’s slick folds. Tasted like soap, but Brenda kept licking until it didn’t. She slid her tongue between the agent’s soft, labia, wishing she could use her hands to part them.
    Sheets of water tumbled down Green’s front, filling Brenda’s throat, forcing her to spit, swallow, or risk choking. She attacked Green’s clit full-out. She’d never done this before, but her body knew how. Her tongue could lick. That’s all it took. Knowing how to lick, knowing where to focus her energy.
    “Holy Jesus,” Green said, grasping Brenda’s wet hair and tugging. “Keep going, Mitzi. I’m gonna come.”
    Brenda had never felt so jealous in all her life. And she couldn’t even slap her clit around because her hands were cuffed behind her back. God, she needed an orgasm.
    Green stole the spotlight, bucking wildly against Brenda’s face, smashing her juicy cunt at Brenda’s mouth. The girl was relentless, lost in orgasm, pulling Brenda’s hair and shrieking obscenities.
    “Give it a rest,” Red gently said to Green. “We don’t want her drowning between your legs.”
    Brenda felt both sad and vindicated as he hoisted her to her feet. It wasn’t until his cock whacked her hands that she even realized he was naked. Her heart jumped into her throat. She couldn’t swallow. Why did Green’s naked body turn her on, but Red’s scared the hell out of her?
    Scared or not, Brenda circled both hands around his swollen shaft and tightened them to fists. “Oh my god.”
    “There’s nothing like fucking a freshly-shaved pussy,” he whispered, pulling down the cups of her bra.
    Brenda swallowed warm water. She couldn’t open her eyes without wiping them, and she couldn’t wipe them because her hands were secured behind her back. Blindly, she hooked her chin over Green’s shoulder and arched her ass. When her breasts met the soapy incline of Green’s generous swell, her pussy palpitated.
    The slippery soap met her thigh while Red thrust in her hands. Brenda loved a good cock. She loved how the outside was so impeccably soft while the inside was hard as anything. A cock was a living contradiction.
    “I want your pussy,” Red growled, pushing her hands out of the way.
    “Okay,” Brenda gurgled, spitting water down Green’s backside while the spray pummelled her face.
    Green traced the soap between Brenda’s legs, brushing just below her shaved pussy lips. Close, but not close enough.
    “Please,” Brenda said. “Please touch me.”
    “Is that what you want, Mitzi?”
    “Yes!”
    Mitzi, Brenda, Mother Saint Therese—that girl could call her any damn name in the book as long as she got off.
    The soap slid down her hairless mound like it was moving on its own. Brenda had never felt anything so close to her body, so unhindered. It split her lips apart and rubbed the swollen flesh of her pussy, slowly, up and down.
    “More,” Brenda moaned, and Red responded with his dick. His cockhead found her slit and opened it, pressing inside, mushrooming between her plump, soapy lips. The suds stung when his cock took them deep inside her body, but the sensation dulled when Green played with her clit.
    “Oh god.” Brenda let her head hang over Green’s shoulder, and pressed their tits harder together. “That feels–”
    “Good?” Green asked.
    “Yeah,” she said, panting as the agent rubbed her throbbing pussy. “Good. So good.”
    Her knees buckled, but Red held her upright as he jammed