"Fucking breed her like a good little whore," moaned Melinda as she ground her pussy into Baileys mouth. "I love watching her being filled while eating me out."
Chris doubled his efforts as he gripped Bailey's hips and slammed into her from behind. The force caused Bailey to practically scream into Melinda, the vibration sending shockwaves through her clit and up her body. "Fuck yes, fuck yes...fuck, I'm going to-"
Her moaning was suddenly cut off as she gripped Bailey's hair and kept her firmly held into her sex. Eyes rolling into the back of her head, her wife watched as she shuddered almost violently against the pillows underneath her. When she finally relaxed, the room was suddenly filled with Bailey's groans of pleasure, gripping on to the sheets and resting against her lovers thigh.
"Fill me, I want to feel you shoot your fucking load into my pussy and give me a baby!" She moaned, reaching behind her to spread one of her ass-cheeks to allow him even deeper access. He instead gripped her wrist to leverage her, allowing him to piston into her faster and rougher than before, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
It wasn't long before she got what she wanted, slamming into her and holding her there with an iron grip, he shot every drop he had within her womb as she succumbed to her own climax. The room once more filled with dull roars and moaning before slowly dying off.
They all laid on the bed together, Melinda already knocked out, Bailey still spasming, but curled up against her wife with a satisfied smile. Chris reached over for his water when he groaned softly. It was 5 in the morning and he needed to be at work by 7.
"Spent all night going at it again. Boss is going to kill me if I'm late." He muttered to himself before slowly getting to his feet and stumbling to the shower.
After getting ready for work with some leftover clothes, he made some coffee, covered both women with a blanket and kissed their foreheads before walking out the door.
The sun and it's evil light shined down brightly upon him way too harshly and he was momentarily stunned before making his way to the car. "How do people do this daytime crap?" He asked himself as he put the car into drive and made his way to his shift.
A few hours later, Bailey lazily sat up and looked around the room, yawning loudly before going to the shower and cleaning herself up. "Fuck he came bucket loads," she complained as she worked what was left within her. Showering, reheating the coffee and getting dressed, she walked over and woke up her wife.
"Mmmmmm, it's too early," she complained, waving off her lover's attempts before rolling back over. "Wake me up at noon."
"It's 2PM Babe," Bailey rolled her eyes and pulled the blanket free to reveal her spouses amazingly toned ass. "Now, get that butt in gear and let's get going. We have things to do today and-"
"It's our day off, what do we have to do today?" She whined, reaching back blindly for the blanket in vain.
"We have to get our Halloween decorations out and go get our costumes, remember?" Bailey asked, watching her wife sit up excitedly, the sleep leaving her eyes faster than the strongest of coffee.
"You mean we're finally going to get the-" started Melinda, bouncing in place and causing her boobs to jump for Bailey's entertainment.
"Only if you get up and ready," she answered, laughing as she watched Melinda race to the bathroom. Halloween had always been her Christmas, and she loved dressing up. It was the one time she could dress up as something scary and not get yelled at.
Getting dressed and ready, they made their way into town, stopping at a small "Spirit of Halloween" store and walking inside. The aisles were packed with last minute parents, looking for the "must have costumes" for their little ones, combing through make up, props and fake tattoos.
Melinda went through it all, taking selfies of her and Bailey with bloody blades, Halloween animatronics and even a few masks. They finally settled on matching witch costumes and made their way to the check out counter before hearing the grating voice of Tim, yet again.
"The fuck do you mean you don't have any more Greek toga costumes? I need to show off my abs and arms for the party I'm going to!" He yelled out to the teenage boy. Acne faced, skinny and glasses were all Tim needed to paint him with a target as an easy prey. "You may not be getting laid, but I'm not going to let your incompetency ruin my chances, so you're going to get back there and fucking find one."
Placing her costume in to Bailey's hand, Melinda walked straight up to Tim, grabbed the wrist currently pointing a finger into the face of the frightened boy, and growled, "there's not a costume in the fucking world that will cover that asshole of a personality you have. So how about you leave the kid alone and fuck off somewhere else?"
