Forgiving My Bully

Bella Rolland is stretched out in her living room when a knock pulls her attention. Charlotte Sins stands on the porch. Years after high school, the same girl who made every day hell now wants to apologize. She offers Bella whatever she needs to even the score. Bella opens the door wider. "Get on the couch." Charlotte sits, knees pressed together. Bella kneels between her thighs and peels the jeans down. She spreads Charlotte’s legs, licks slowly up the wet slit, tasting each soft fold until Charlotte’s hips tilt for more. Bella’s tongue works faster, flicking, circling, then pushing inside. Charlotte is soaked. Bella strips, bare breasts heavy with soft weight. She leans over Charlotte, drags one nipple through slick heat, rubs it over Charlotte’s clit again and again. The friction makes Charlotte gasp, arching into the slick press of flesh. They switch to tribbing next. Bella grinds down, pussies sliding together, clits catching on every pass. Sweat slicks their skin. Bella sits up, plants her knees on either side of Charlotte’s head, and lowers herself onto Charlotte’s mouth. Charlotte’s tongue works without pause, licking deep while Bella rocks steady. A harness waits on the side table. Bella straps it on, the thick toy jutting forward. She pushes Charlotte onto her back and thrusts in, deep and deliberate. The strap fills Charlotte, each stroke rough and even. Charlotte grips the cushions, taking every inch. Brooklyn Gray walks into the room with a laundry basket, glances once, then starts loading the machine. Bella doesn’t stop. She keeps Charlotte spread and keeps thrusting while Brooklyn folds towels. The free-use game only sharpens Bella’s focus. She fucks Charlotte harder, palm pressing her chest, until Charlotte’s legs shake and her moans turn ragged. Bella finishes what she started. The strap drives in again and again until Charlotte comes hard under her, body spent, apology accepted.