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It was morning. Layla had left to get some things she wanted by herself. She had made Carle stay back and arrange their things. Last night was spent with their private areas entangled with the bed creaking crazily. Even in the bathroom this morning, while bathing together, they fucked a bit in the bathtub.

Carle, at the moment, was seated on the bed, having arranged everything. He was watching the news and saw a black lady being honoured for saving the life of her racist neighbour's only son from being hit by a car. The boy was secret friends with the lady's daughter who had a limp as well.

Carle smiled, "Everyone's equal. At least that racist will change her views, I find her pretty stupid though for hating people based on their skin. Isn't it common sense that even the soil isn't one colour, yet they can all be used for building a house?"

The scene then changed to the hilarious scene of a couple who had fallen on their wedding cake after too much kissing.

"Who were those fishheads trying to impress? Their parents or the entire world? People do anything to go viral these days, even for one minute," he thought in amusement.

A knock on the door caught his attention, but he only rose to answer the door when it was the third time.

On opening the door, he saw the one who had been knocking. It was a brown-haired woman who was a little taller than he was, dressed in a purple crop top and black thigh-length skirt. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and she was notably pretty as well but not up to Layla. She was blessed with some curves as well.

"How may I help you?" Carle asked in a female voice, brows pulled together.

Unanticipatedly, she reached out her right hand and quickly patted his bulge hidden under the sequinned brown thigh-length dress he was wearing and grinned, "I need help with this. Can you accept the offer? It'd be quick,"

Carle's eyes widened. "You... how did you find out?"

"Secret," she grinned, fiddling with her hair. "So, what do you say?"

"You want me to zip up your lips permanently?" he asked with a raised brow.

"Yeah, add a lock as well," she replied, smilingly.

"Fine then. But we can't do it here." He pointed out.

"Come with me," she beckoned, leaving the suite.

Carle texted Layla that he wanted to get something and asked her not to worry if she didn't find him at the suite.

After Layla replied positively, he left with the lady whose name was Lorena. They ended up in her lodging, which was a suite as well.

As soon as the door was locked, the lady took out Carle's dick from his underwear and dropped to her knees.

"Thanks for accepting the offer," she grinned as she stroked his cock.

He didn't respond to her, but she wasn't discouraged.

She took him into her mouth and began bobbing her head repeatedly while maintaining eye contact with him, but there seemed to be no sensual expression other than his cock hardening.

After a while of servicing his dick, she headed over to the bed and got on all fours with her rear facing him.

She lifted up her skirt to reveal she was wearing nothing underneath.

"Come on," she beckoned.

Without a word, he came to her and, without any foreplay, he slid into her wetness and began thrusting fast.

She felt quite good to fuc,k and he stopped looking stern.

He put more effort into his fucking after taking off his gown and underwear.

Soon, he sat on the couch and asked her to come sit on him. A happy Lorena completely stripped before mounting his cock.

"I can't kiss you. You understand, don't you?"

She nodded, placing her hands on his shoulders.

Without an order from him, she began to bounce on his dick fast, her cunt engulfing his length greedily.

"Gosh, why haven't I met you earlier? Your dick feels so good. Better than my husband's." She praised, increasing her pace as the sounds of wet smacking filled the room, a beautiful melody to turn them on even more.

Carle soon took over fucking her from below while she screamed profanities. It became hard to even keep her hands on his shoulders.

They switched positions with him atop her. He finger fucked her cunt before letting his intrusive thoughts of eating her out win.

"Fuck, you taste good," he threw out the vow of not kissing her out the window.

They began smooching with his penis buried deep in her wetness, thrusting like there was no tomorrow.

By the time they were done, both were sweating.

They proceeded to the shower, where he continued fucking her from behind.

Many minutes later, he was out of her room.

Lorena was lying on the bed under the covers, feeling drained.

She was a good fuck, but didn't last as long as his boss. This kind of woman couldn't last all night like his boss, and Lorena cummed way too fast for him.

Anyway, he didn't spill his seeds into her cunt but rather in her mouth.

Only Layla deserved his seeds.

From another text to Layla, he found she hadn't returned, so he quickly rushed to their lodging and fixed himself up.

Some hours later, they finally returned to the estate where Layla's husband heartily welcomed her after confirming from 'Carina' that his wife didn't go near other men.

Why would she when there was one with her?

William bedded Layla that night, but he never lasted long. His performance in bed was nothing to write home about, but still, he put his seeds inside her.

From the moment she discovered and began fucking Carle, she had started taking pills hours after her husband fucks her. She would never carry his child!

After he was done with Layla, he asked her to go to her room and pray hard that she would become pregnant this time.

She smiled and caressed him, promising that she would definitely bear him a male child.

The moment she returned to her room, she took pills and showered.

Then she wore sexy lingerie beneath a night robe. Afterwards, she texted Carle to come over.

The latter came dressed in a female night robe as well.

After locking the door, he pounced on an impatient Layla, and the bed was soon creaking heavily along with her scatterbrained moans of pleasure. Her trembling legs were dangling, her back was arched, and all she could do was hold on to him for dear life as Carle pounded her silly.

The night would be very eventful for both of them.