The OF Girl
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 620
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 620 - When you discover a fellow intern at the law office is filming amateur content, you make the rash decision to approach her about it. You couldn't have dreamed what would come from that one conversation.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Workplace MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Small Breasts 2nd POV
“John,” Gemma said. “Why are you doing this to me?”
You laughed, shaking your head as your heart thudded hard in your chest at hearing your girlfriend’s voice. It was just before lunch for you, which meant it was late for her, but she’d been texting you and Sabrina that whole morning keeping you updated as she was out with Birdie drinking with her Uni friends. She’d already sent a couple of pictures, and Sabrina had been keeping her informed of Eric’s new love life developments.
“What am I doing, love?” you asked her. “And God it’s good to hear your voice.”
“Oh, it’s good to hear your voice too, love,” Gemma groaned. She’d already gotten home and was on her wifi, so the only time limit you had was how long you could hang out in the office stairwell without someone ‘catching’ you. “Fuck, I miss you.”
“I miss you too,” you sighed heavily.
“I miss your cock.”
“Gemma,” you chuckled.
“Well I do,” she laughed. “And your face. Fuck, I miss your face.”
“I’ll send you a picture when we’re done to prove it’s still here,” you said.
“Do it,” she sighed.
“Now, what am I doing to you?” you asked.
“Tell me what this Tommy thing is,” Gemma said. “How did this guy die? What’s his connection to Mosche? Why didn’t you know before now? Was it a secret, or just Mosche being Mosche? And while we’re on the topic of Mosche, how did he take you moving out? You told me he’s still with Iris but you didn’t give me all the details.”
You grinned to yourself, just listening to Gemma drunkenly ramble a bit. Her accent was stronger than when she’d left - probably from a combo of being back home and being tipsy.
“I’m going to find evidence for the Tommy thing and send it to you, love,” you said. “It was Mosche being Mosche and downplaying it, not thinking it was a big deal. Which was just as insane as the Tasha saga.”
“OK, but just tell me, and I promise I’ll not tell Sabrina,” Gemma said.
“Why do I feel like this is a double-cross mission you’ve been sent on by Sabrina?”
She giggled on the other end of the call. “Because it is. What if I send you a picture of my boobs? I just started my period and they look huge.”
You groaned. Before your relationships with Gemma and Sabrina you hadn’t even known that was a thing that happened. Boobs getting bigger had always been tied in your mind to pregnancy - you hadn’t realised the hormonal waves women rode every month could do it too.
And Gemma’s period-time boobs were fucking bonkers.
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