She throws her leg over her back, hooking her ankle into the air. She nudges the head that shrugs below her, annoyed, but sleeps on.
Unthwarted, Anna turns sideways, dips and slides her cunt upwards onto her hip. A moan, her hand grips the bed and moves closer, grabbing her hip, squeezes. She’s wet and Becky is not helping.
Harder, she flips her over, finds her sharp edges and digs in. It’s what she loves about this one, how everything doesn’t curve but remains awkward and angled. She rubs, so close, the bed bounces when she hears her laugh. Bitch.
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