Flashback: Part 2

Riley got caught red-handed, no place left to bolt, and Nickey’s got that look—part curious, part trouble. Nickey buys the lame excuse, then dangles the offer: strip down and join the four-way happening next door. Riley shuts it down fast, because these are technically her parents. Nickey laughs, calls her square, then slips a glow band off her own wrist and onto Riley’s, sealing the deal with a kiss that tastes like gum and bad decisions. Clothes hit the floor. Nickey drags Riley’s thong down and gets right to work—tongue flicking that pretty pink pussy, lip ring catching the light. Riley’s mouth finds Nickey’s tits next, sucking those pierced, natural nipples till they pebble hard. Nickey opens wide; Riley dives in, tongue-fucking her until her face shines. Then Nickey flips it—69, wet mouths and greedy hips grinding in sync, both of them moaning like they’ve forgotten time even exists. Tribbing comes next; Nickey climbs on top, sliding slick clits together till Riley bucks and curses, coming so loud it echoes off the mirrors. Footsteps outside. Riley’s dad’s voice. Riley snatches the journal, flips pages, praying for the exit before anyone walks in.