Page 23 of Doll Face

“WHAT THE HELL?!” A loud grumble comes from behind us.

“Oh, shit.” My eyes widen and Kenzie uses her body to cover mine from his view.

“Get the hell out of my pool!” he screams.

“H-Hi, Mr. Ritcher,” I whisper, not looking his way.

“B-Barbie?”

“Hi,” I say again. I mean what else can I say? I’m completely naked in his pool. “I’m sorry for the disturbance, my pool is being cleaned, and we didn’t think anyone was home. We can go if you can turn around.”

“Oh. You’re … okay, right.” He seems to shuffle away uncomfortably, and when I hear the door shut again, I jump out of the pool as quickly as I can, toss on my dress, and throw Kenzie her clothes. She’s so busy laughing she can barely put her romper on.

“Kenzie! Get dressed! Let’s go!” I scream.

“I’m coming!” She giggles and finally puts it on. We head through the gate back to our house, past the pool, and back inside our place.

“I TOLD YOU SOMETHING LIKE THAT WOULD HAPPEN!” I scream when we get inside. Kenzie is still laughing so hard she’s crying, and I can’t help but join her.

“It’s not funny!” But I’m not very convincing while I’m cracking up with her.

“You didn’t see the look on his face; he turned bright red when he realized we were naked.” She laughs.

“Because it’s embarrassing! I’ll never be able to look him in the eye again!”

“Oh please, if anything he just got to see two hot women making out in his pool. He probably went inside to jack off.” She shrugs as if it’s nothing.

“Ew!” I squeal. I don’t want to think of my neighbor doing that.

“It’s natural, Barbie. I mean, we do it.”

“Please do not equate us doing it to my burly neighbor doing it.” I sigh.

“Okay, okay.” She laughs.

“I’m going to take a shower, care to join me?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Yes, please.” She smirks. But on the way to the shower, we end up on the couch, kissing.

Her hands are all over my body, and mine are all over hers. My lips press to her neck as she throws her head back in pleasure. I moan into her ear as she pulls up my dress and touches my pussy. I’m already soaked. I just want her to touch me.

“Please,” I beg.

“Please, what?”

“Please fuck me,” I moan out.

“Yes, princess.” She smirks and slides her fingers inside me. She’s pumping for a few minutes, and I can feel my orgasm building. But suddenly she’s pulling her fingers out of me, and I groan in displeasure.

“I’ll be right back.” She licks her fingers clean and hops off the couch, heading for our bedroom.

She comes back a few minutes later with our pink strap-on and harness—and a big smile on her face. My eyes light up when I see it. Something about her putting it on and fucking me with it makes me go crazy for her.

“I want you bent over the couch, princess. Can you do that?” She smirks as she takes off her romper and straps up.

“Yes, baby.” I bite down on my bottom lip in anticipation. Sliding off my dress slowly, I strip for her. She smiles as she looks over my body like it’s her next meal. I walk over to the edge of the couch and kiss her first, feeling the strap-on hit me in the stomach turns me on even more than I thought possible. My arousal is dripping down my thighs.

“Bend over,” she commands. I nod and bend over on the couch, sticking my ass in the air and leaning on my stomach. I feel her moving behind me. She touches me again, and I gasp out.

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