Getting kicked out of college was not all that bad, instead of being cooped up in a dorm with some random skank who ate all her hot pockets, she had her run of a Manhattan penthouse. Sure, her mother’s stupid hot walking dildo happened to take up oxygen, but the apartment was big enough that it had not been much of an issue. And, admittedly, she was enjoying the way he would look at her when he thought she was not paying attention. The perv. If he was not so fucking hot, and closer to her in age than her mother, it would be creepy. Instead it just gave her a sadistic glee. When she got kicked out of class, the only place to go was her moms. The downside was her boy toy, but at least this way her mother felt like she was being supervised. She wondered if her mom knew he was supervising her ass. The thought made Tyler laugh as she stroked the paint brush across the canvas.
It was late, around midnight, and she was bumping music and painting in the guest room, which she was slowly morphing into hers. Painting was her only hobby other than partying and shoplifting, and it was not something she shared, though usually it was obvious she painted because dots of the stuff lingered on her skin. She dropped the paintbrush and pulled her hair back from her face, twisting the neon kaleidoscope of colored hair up onto the top of her head. She stretches, her stomach letting out a little growl for attention. She glances down at her paint splattered T-shirt and then just yanks it off before walking out of her bedroom and to the kitchen. Tyler lacked all modesty, she did not give a shit that all she had on was a purple lace bra and pair of spandex shorts that, with an ass like hers, were half eaten and more like underwear. She pulled open the stainless steel refrigerator, not even bothering to turn on the light. She bends over, her weight shifting side to side as she hums along with the music still audible from her room as she rummages through the fridge.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ojz836/f4m_dirty_little_secret
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