Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
Everyone thinks Zoey is so sweet and innocent. With that soft, princess-like voice and alluring giggle, she ISN’T! She gets away with everything because people believe she is so naive; meanwhile, I stay in trouble for being the “bag girl.” Well, I planned to show one boy in particular just how BAD Zoey can be.
My brother, Jeff, always says, “Be more like Zoey, Kayla.” “Why can’t you just be a good girl like Zoey?” The truth is, Zoey and I are already so alike. She hides it better. I asked her to come over this weekend while our parents were gone. Unsurprisingly, she came over dressed like a little slut, and I took her upstairs to Jeff’s room. Accomplice Kayla was going to serve Slutty Zoey to her brother on a silver platter, and then we’ll see who he thinks should be like who!
Accomplice Kayla Serves Up Slutty Zoey
“What do you want, Kayla?” Jeff rolled his eyes as I tugged Zoey into his room. He was lounging on his bed with a car magazine in his hand. Zoey wore a super tiny skirt and silky thigh-high stockings. Her crop top showed off her mid-drift, and I watched Jeff’s gaze roam all over her legs. His annoyance quickly turned to arousal as I moved behind Zoey and put my hands on her hips.
Like the horny slut she is, Zoey leaned back into me with a giggle. “Kayla, don’t.” She was already a bit breathless.
Zoey didn’t know what was about to happen or what I had planned, but she was always down for anything. Even if it included acting like she didn’t want my brother to fuck her with his hard cock. “Remember how you always say Zoey is such a good girl?” My brows perked as he nodded. My hands slide down her hips to pull up the front of her skirt. Showing my brother her pantiless cunt. “Really? Do good girls forget to wear panties every day?”
So Wet
“Kayla!” Zoey feigned horror but didn’t try to push down my hand. She let me expose her to his hungry eyes. We watched his cock stiffen in his pants, and he moved to the end of the bed.
“Well, no. I guess good girls wouldn’t forget something like that.” I nodded as he spoke and rubbed my hand between Zoey’s legs. As my fingers parted her slit, she moaned for me to stop, but I showed Jeff the evidence. My fingers were glistening when I pulled them away.
“Would a good girl be so wet in this situation?” I asked, and Jeff stood up to taste my fingers. I’m such a good accomplice. I don’t think I’d ever seen so much lust in his eyes. He looked down at both of us and started to undo his belt. “I told you she was a slut…”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357