Oh fuck. Jen started pacing in front of the house. Her tits bouncing and her hips swaying. Something that Jen no longer was super aware of as she adapted to her body.
She was to deliver to Peter. Jen and Karyn had been fast and tight friends for years. But Jen and Karyn's next best friend was Peter. And now here she was.
In this sexy, slutty, ready to be fucked so hard body. A body that needed pleasure as often as possible. A body that Jen hated because....
Jen tripped on a crack in the sidewalk, making her take several fast steps forward to catch herself. Steps that caused her braless tits to bounce inside the rough shirt, sending a rush of pleasure that temporarily froze all thought.
Jen shook her head, basking in the sensation of her gorgeous red hair. It took her a moment to catch her thoughts. She was thinking about... OH! Yeah!
Jen turned around quickly to grab the pizza box. Why was she pacing when she had just been thinking about how ready she was to get fucked. Especially by Peter of all people.
Jen smiled as she stalked to the door. Loving how every swaying step her ass bounced just the perfect amount. The same swaying steps that sent her perfect and sexy, horny tits bouncing just right.
Just walking to the door Jen couldn't keep a hand out of her pants. As she stopped at the door and rang the doorbell. Her hand finally slipped under her favorite thong and got to work.
As she stood there waiting so impatiently, her other hand started massaging her tits. She moaned softly as she felt a bit of arousal run down her leg.
She loved her moans. Loved her voice. Especially what it did to sexy girls and boys. Especially boys though. She loved how it made them all nervous as their cocks sprung to attention. What wonderfully cocks, Jen thought blissfully.
They just have the perfect cocks, all juicy and hard and warm and tasty. These thoughts were driving Jen crazy. She would have thought that having been a slut for about 5 years she could control herself better. And in fact, she was moments away from collapsing on the ground and disappearing into her self-provided pleasure when the door finally opened.
Time for action
