My Dirty Little Brat

Alexis dragged herself through the door, tired bones and all, only to trip on dirty dishes scattered across the kitchen floor. Every clean counter gleamed with crumbs. She set her jaw, moved to the living room, and found cushions everywhere and yesterday’s clothes piled in a lazy heap. Anger flared. She shoved her hand between the couch cushions to fix the mess and felt warm silicone instead. Her fingers closed around Xandra’s pink dildo, still slick. She stormed down the hallway and burst through the bedroom door. Xandra lay belly-down on the bed, bare ass tipped up, shorts around her ankles. Her round cheeks twitched at the sound. Alexis crossed the room in two strides, hooked her thumbs into the waistband, and yanked it lower. The girl’s cunt glistened, folds plump and parted, a bead of slick sliding toward her thigh. Alexis slapped one cheek hard, the smack echoing, then slid two fingers straight into that tight heat without warning, curling deep while Xandra gasped into the pillow.