Jolene

“I mean, I have an idea, but... you don’t have a girlfriend or anything, do you?” Confusion brings my eyebrows together. “No.” “Because I think what I really need,” she says with such earnestness that it sounds almost normal, “Is an orgasm. I sleep so much better after cumming, don’t you?”

Zoe

Zoe was staring at the men wide-eyed. “Oh, did you see her shaved twat? Girl like that, well, she seems like the flexible sort, sort that knows how to pay her way,” Dennis chuckled, standing over Zoe, looking down at her, “Aren’t you, sweetie?” Bill grinned. “Naw, Dennis, look! You got her all scared, talking about her sweet teen pussy like that! Explain to her that we’re gentlemen.”