Nikki Fucksorry & Hannah Fucksore

Motto : Fucksore's a pretty good name for you. I'm sorry, but...

Anyways, the sore part's because I went to the gym today, where Keylor (no, seriously) worked the shit out of me to the point where I could barely walk. But then, once home, it was discovered that the door to the laundry room's locked, somehow. By itself, pretty much. So Nicole fetched the keys, which... it's a pile of them, you know ? All the keys to the inner doors in the house, like fifty small keys on a ring or some shit. And, surprise! The key marked for the laundry room's not opening the laundry room. Meh!

I mean, I was going to jump in the shower, I'm all drenched from the gym, yet here I am and wtf with the keys. I wasn't even supposed to be there today! Anyways, instead of leaving the bitches deal with it (as is my undisputed because indisputable prerogative) I just pushed my boxers down sorta-kinda and was like "Hey, you! Suck my cock while I try on these keys." Which... yeah, my penis is like Princess Delight over here, the girls dream of the magic moment it may bless them all day long. "Yeah baby, lick my sweaty balls". 'Cuz... well you know, it's good for her. Did you know this ? Sweat from my balls is like St John's Wort, it cures what ails a slut. Inside I mean. Not inside behind the pubis, inside behind the sternum, aaaite ?

Anyway, so as she's licking and slurping and... you know how they do, yeah ? When they're really outta control cockhungry sluts ? You musta seen in in some porno or something. So I'm not really into finding the right key so much anymore, and besides, all keys turn just as well. The lock's actually broken, somehow. I'm not saying whorseplay, because I wasn't there to see it, but I kinda have my suspicions.

But be that as it may : the battle's lost, this door will be for the super to finagle ; we've got a reservation at the Indian place (they're doing this traffic restriction thing here where one day odd plates, one day even plates, and today it's odd plates so I am most definitely driving the even plates because) and besides I also want to shower, but not before I've pounded this eager whore raw. More ferarum, jackhammer all the way, bang bang bang bangbangbang. So now she's sore.

The other one meanwhile... well, she's got drainage tubes coming out of her and everything, she's not exactly fuck-cleared just yet. Maybe next week. She still got to sniff my socks, and watch the naked bitch squeal like... actually, like a little bitch, yeah ? In the mirrors I mean, there's perfect angles for my divine ass ramming it in deep and hard, and everything else (obviously if I force her ass down and ram her from above her cunt's on fully splayed display). Plus I also sent her for paddles and whips and whatnot, to help drive the point home ("I think I'm going to burn a hole through the chair. My ass is on fire"). Yet, nevertheless, she's sorry.

Fucksorry.

Actually that's not at all how it came about ; on our way home from the restaurantⁱ, to greet the super guy who had squeezed himself in through the air grate above the door and opened it for me in the meanwhile, she misclicked the garage clicker, and then "Fuck! Sorry!"

It stuck, and retroversively fucked the other's byline too, and now here we are.

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1. Where I pretended like I was going to rub super-hot chilly sauce on her bare snatch (because yeah, slaves wear it silky-smooth and always within touch) and also made her show me her tits while the dozen or so people familying safely etc did their utmost to not notice. [↩]