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Nothing but contempt


Tina had been Travis until about a week ago.

He’d been dealing with girl issues for years after a bad break up and had no idea how to go about repairing his love life. Luckily for him his best friend Carmen had suggested the idea that he see what life was from the other side, so that he could be able to improve his approach to women. 

Which is where he took Elixir to see that other side.




Tina had laid the trap for Carmen, inviting her boyfriend over early, gettng him so hot and horny but making sure he didn’t cum, ensuring that he most certainly wouldn’t be able to think straight when she dragged him into the other room in front of Carmen after she’d arrived.



Carmen was shocked and absolutely horrified at the sight of her former friend pulling her boyfriend into the room, only able to gasp as she shoved him backward with his cock presented for Tina to play with.

Tina’s body heated up as she stripped and pushed her pussy down on top of the hot cock, she didn’t even know his name, and yet that made it all the more hot as she rode it for all she was worth, giddy with acting out on Travis’ anger

Teasing Carmen in all the ways she’d failed as a girlfriend, she taunted her telling her that if she’d been better as a lover then maybe he’d not give into his urges anytime a slut like her got too close to him

Carmen Sobbed as Tina orgasmed, over and over again, eventually running out of the house. “Oh well, more cock for me!” she grinned. Somewhere Travis felt sickened by Tina’s actions, the disgust at how manipulative he was when he was her made his stomach twist...but….she felt nothing but contempt for Carmen. 



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