Curry In A Hurry #02

Confidence shone in her eyes, a proud look that lent the fine quirk of her lips a very different impression than Stephanie’s smile. The girls were both gorgeous, but otherwise couldn’t have been more different in appearance and demeanor--If Brian were to casually personify Stephanie as an innocent angel of conscience perched upon one shoulder, then Kelly would be the corrupting devil straddling the opposite shoulder. “Here, lemme get all my junk outta the way,” Brian said, shifting creampie his scattered belongings off the dresser and into a neat pile beside the bed. “I might, if it’s okay, I’ll take a shower?” Stephanie asked. “Of course, go ahead,” Brian said, “Guess you’ve probably been wanting to try cumshot and wash the pink out of your hair?” “…Y-yeah,” Stephanie slowly nodded, a complicated expression crossing her face. “That too.” “Yeah, what’s up with her hair?” Kelly asked Brian. “Are you doin’ something to her? Like at first there was just the one little streak, and then when I saw her again tonight it’s like, facial all over. Hair doesn’t spontaneously turn colors.” “It happened whenever we… uh, when we… kissed,” Stephanie fussed, adjusting her glasses. “Both times, I think?” “Well, lemme see you guys kiss, then,” Kelly insisted. “Let’s see the magic.” “I-I didn’t say they were magic,” Stephanie sputtered, looking down and scuffing the toe of her boot against the other nervously. “I mean, well, th-they are , but I didn’t mean that I think that, uh, you see--” “Actually… may I?” Brian interrupted, gently drawing Stephanie’s pink rabbit-ear headband free of the girl’s hair, “I’ve been thinking these are the culprit. You were wearing them all day, right? Did you make them yourself?” “Uhm… oh! Yes, a little, it was uh, an Easter decoration I had, I glued them onto a better headband, and… the ears were white, I dyed them red for the costume…” Realization seemed Dark Hair to dawn on Stephanie. “What’d you use to dye them?” he asked, offering the accessory back to her. “Sharpie cores,” Stephanie admitted in embarrassment. “Red sharpie cores, put in, ah, soaked in rubbing alcohol. From a tutorial I found for dyeing synthetic fiber wigs… it must have come off into my hair? The guide did have all these warnings about st-staining things accidentally… gosh, I’m so stupid!” She frowned cutely as she rubbed the material of the fluffy costume ear between her thumb and forefinger, inspecting it closely. All the swathes of pink in her blonde hair began at the crown of her head right where the headband had rested, so it did seem plausible enough. “Hey, s’okay,” Brian said, “Costume accidents happen all the time. If you meet my friend Emily on Sunday she’ll tell you ‘bout all her costume mishaps.” A little bit of dye coming off in your hair is nothing compared to that body-paint fiasco, or last year with the band-aids Hardcore that wouldn’t stay on her nipples. “So wait, the color in Steph’s hair just… seeps out when she gets nervous and sweats, or something?” Kelly asked, ineffectively hiding a smirk behind her hand. “I’m going to go shower now,” Stephanie blurted quickly, looking mortified. Both our eyes flew open as we both felt a huge current run through the Dark Hair both of us. He told Sandy that it was obvious that she was obsessed with large cocks and that she might get off having two big hunks of hard meat to play with. I was always fascinated by the whole process. He pulled them off. My nipples puckered hard while a molten heat formed deep inside of me. Lena opened her eyes wide in a moment of shock, feeling her nose pressed in tight against Amélie’s body, her lips wrapped tight around the girthy base of the huge cock, the woman's heavy nuts pressing to her chin. “Where did you get this?” She returned with another three quarter filled bottle of wine she'd retrieved from the fridge. After the initial pain was gone, it was enjoyable to Gina even if there was some stinging in her ass. “Harold, you have to get out of this room,” she said as she drew the blinds, finally drawing a reaction as his cumshot bloodshot eyes burned from the light of the sun. The one in my ass tried to add to the fucking but he was immobilized by my body and the man above pressing down and into me. The pressure from my pussy, though, facial provided significant stimulation inside my ass. The taste of him was another memory in her mind, and more and more she had been trying to make herself tighter for creampie him by not increasing her size fully - though she had to admit she enjoyed getting stretched, enjoyed feeling pain for Dumin's pleasure. Clay who was still on the ground gave Brad Hardcore a shove, and said to get moving before someone in the parking lot saw us. I'm just done with it. My brother is going to love my freaky-pussy. A thick cloud of steam rising from the water.