I topped off Lana's glass of sangria, causing her to give me a stern look, but she

sipped it happily anyway. It was Thanksgiving after all. My entire family was gathered at my

parents' house for the occasion,

and it was the first year I'd ever brought a date with me. When I found out that Lana was going

to celebrate Thanksgiving alone, it was a no-brainer. She had to come home with me, and that

was the end of it. She'd never met my parents or brother, but I figured

it was time to rip off the band-aid. Oh, no, thank you, laughed Lana, as my mother offered her

another piece of pie. I'm stuffed. It was all so amazing. Her dark hair was pulled back into a

bun, with soft wisps framing her face.

Her winged eyeliner highlighted her bright green eyes, which flicked in my direction now.

She gave me a small smile, and I knew she was glad she'd come home with me.

That night, after we'd drank and ate enough to last us a year, Lana and I were

curled up together in the old creaky bed in the guest room. Thank you for this, she said quietly,

as I spooned her from behind. Of course, baby. I'm really glad you came with me. I brushed back her hair, which was still wet from the shower, and kissed the back of her neck.

It was faint, but I could hear Lana's soft sigh. She pushed her butt up against me,

teasing me as she wiggled back and forth. I thought you'd had enough dessert, I said into her ear, giving her low but gentle nip.

There's always room for more.

Lana was in a spaghetti-strap nighty, so I reached around the front and let my hands wander to her breasts,

which were barely covered up by the thin material.

Lana moaned for me as I gently squeezed her breasts and nipples, tugging them how I knew she liked.

Rachel, she sighed, her body now wriggling against mine. I continued to torment her nipples while kissing the back of her neck.

Her adorable whimpers and moans were enough to make my own pussy throb.

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