Without evening looking I knew from their voices that this was Lauren, Olivia and Naomi. “Do you believe her, Liv? Milf porn Lauren’s hand reached out, her fingers brushing against my trembling shoulder. “Nope.”
Naomi echoed her friend’s sentiment. I sat there in a puddle of piss. How about you, Nami?”
Olivia shook her head, her expression cold. If you’re the sort of person who would bad mouth us behind our backs, then you’re probably also the sort of person to lie to my face.” She began to advance towards me, her two friends flanking me on either side. “Ah, yes. If I were a bitch, I’d have to meet those criteria, wouldn’t I, Stinky Stacy?”
I tried to move away, but Olivia and Naomi grabbed me by the arms, holding me in place. “Can’t say I do.”
“A bitch is a dirty dog, sleeping in the streets, pissing on everything, and scratching at fleas.
