Chapter 404

Instead of standing up, however, Jess crawled over to the coffee table. I followed, admiring the deep cleavage of her ass as she moved slowly across the floor. Her pussy had leaked copiously, soaking her inner thighs. She rose up when she reached the glass table and smiled at me. I kneeled next to her as she hoovered up four lines effortlessly. I cupped one of her ass cheeks and let a finger wander to her asshole, digging into it slightly. She closed her eyes and let the cocaine rush wash over her. I did two lines of my own, and we kissed.

"I’m your personal coke whore," Jess said.

"And I love you for it," I said as we kissed.

"I want to be your anal whore, too," she said.

And Jess turned around, crawling back to the bed. She climbed into it again, positioning herself on her hands and knees and leaning down, offering her ass to me.

"I love your ass," I said, giving her pussy and asshole a long lick as I stepped be