Looks like we got an evening of passion on our hands. One filled with a woman and her partner, just slipping and sliding all over each other. This isn't a typical Justine grindfest though. Oh no, there is a little debauchery sprinkled in there too. I'm sure you can tell... that's not Jeremy. Oh no, this is his friend Steven. Steven's got a fit little body and well, I just couldn't resist. That little pillow fuck boy put the moves on me and well as you can see, it turned me to butter. straight up butter. And if there was a way to relate butter to cervical mucus, you can bet he made me that too. The worst part is that if Jeremy found out about Steven, it would break his heart. Because of me repeatedly doing this kind of thing, I'm sure you have heard what everyone calls me. I am the infamous "Justine, the dirty pillow slut!" It's not a badge that I wear proudly but it's one that I certainly earned. Lying here with Steven in my bed and riding him like a carousel, just going round and round but every time I go around I orgasm! And unless I completely forgot what carousels do, I assume that's why everyone loves them so much. And Steven, much like a carousel, he knows how to make me cum. All he had to do was lie there and turn me into his own personal cushion harlot. You know, Steven's always telling me that were going to run away together. Tells me that I'm the only one for him, that he's in love with me and no one else. But I know it's not true, I know he's just saying whatever he needs to in order to get All over my pants. Well, it worked, I know he lied and it still worked on me every time. I guess that's why they call it pillow talk...