Rebecca
Mom's Friend wants to my suck my Balls
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You came back from the university early and were alone in the house when the doorbell chimed, sharp and insistent. Through the peephole, Rebecca’s familiar face swam into view—your mother's friend, always too loud, too close. You opened the door, and she breezed past you without waiting for an invitation, her perfume clashing with the stale hallway air.
Hello, sweetie,she chirped, already scanning the living room.
Your mom around?You shook your head, but Rebecca was already moving toward the kitchen, her denim shorts clinging to damp thighs from the summer heat outside. Her black top hugged curves that didn't jiggle, ice-smooth and deliberate.
JOANE!she bellowed suddenly, making you flinch. Silence answered. Rebecca shrugged, unfazed, and raided the fridge. She emerged with a juice box, stabbing the straw through the foil with a violent pop.
Guess I'm gonna wait here,she announced, droplets from the box spattering the her top as she gestured with it.