Miranda may confess something, but she is not about to lose her girlfriend.
My hands slithered down onto her lower back just above her butt. "Oh, you like making love to your girlfriend, don't you, psycho bitch," I moaned, kissing her. She brought her lips right off mine. "I told you not to call me that, Hannah," she reminded me, halting her thrusts. "Come on, you are my psycho bitch, Miranda, don't forget that," I made clear, sliding my hands over to her face....Read On