“I don’t get you,” said the blonde.

“What?” asked her dark, natural-haired friend.

“You always complain about your hair, yet you never cut it. Why?”

“Reasons.”

“Twenty years griping about this but ‘Reasons’. Okay.”

Later that evening, while washing the dishes, Ms Reasons’ boyfriend reached around her and added to the workload. Her ass ground into him, halting his turning escape.

“You’re forgetting something,” she said.

He yanked her head back by her puffy ponytail, prompting a lip bite, nipple print and sliming slit.

“Better.”

He flipped her housedress over her Venus dimples and tugged her hair again.

“Much better…”