Mag-log in
But on second thought, the drink I had just gulped down was hitting me harder than expected. A warm, fuzzy wave washed over me, making my head feel pleasantly light and my limbs a little heavier. Right now, the most pressing matter wasn’t playing relationship referee, it was the sudden, urgent need to pee. I took one last glance down over the terrace railing, steadying myself with both hands as the world below tilted just a fraction. As suspected, Clarissa had already reached the cabana. She was standing there in front of him, her hands gesturing animatedly as they fell into conversation. Heaven knows what she was spilling out to him. With a soft sigh, I turned around and pushed open the sliding glass doors that led from the terrace into the spacious living room area of the mansion. The air was thicker here, filled with a mix of cologne and weed . In one corner, a group of guys had taken over a large sectional sofa, controllers in hand as they battled it out in some intense video ga
“He is a total jerk. Trust me,” Clarissa said as she poured some wine into my cup. She always brought a bottle whenever she came to visit. Somehow, she had made it her personal mission to keep my glass full whenever I was having a bad day. “Don’t say that...” I responded, taking a sip of the bittersweet wine. The taste lingered on my tongue as I stared down at the glass in my hands. “I’m trying to be honest with you, but you never listen to me or take any of my advice,” she added, settling down beside me.I sighed. “...Maybe he just needs some time to get used to us again,” I said quietly. “I mean, I was the one who broke us apart. Remember?” Clarissa gave me a look. “You ended things with Jason because you claimed he cheated on you. So why do you want him back?”I lowered my eyes. “I thought he did.” My voice was barely above a whisper. “I overreacted, didn’t I?” I buried my face in my palms, letting out a frustrated groan. Clarissa sighed beside me before reaching over and ge
I stood there in the middle of the bathroom, still half-naked, my skirt hiked up around my thighs, feeling the slow aftermath of him leaving my body. Filth. That was the only word that fit.My eyes stayed fixed on him beneath the spray. He stood with his back to me, broad shoulders turned toward the water, completely at ease. Water streamed down the length of his back and disappeared beneath the suds gathering around his waist. He soaped himself with the same casual movements he might have used on any other morning, as though what had just happened between us had been nothing more than a moment of quick release. My fingers tightened around the edge of my skirt. I was still watching him, waiting for him to look at me. To acknowledge the silence stretching between us. To give me some indication that, despite everything, I hadn’t been completely foolish for letting him this close. But he didn’t. He simply tilted his head beneath the shower, letting the water wash over him. And suddenly,
“Fuck... look at you,” he muttered, watching my hands work him. “Getting my cock all messy with that pretty pussy. You want it that bad?” I nodded, still biting my lip, and squeezed him tighter, dragging my thumb over the sensitive underside just to feel him jump. I kept spreading myself open with one hand while the other stayed wrapped around his dick, offering him everything, waiting for him to take it. He didn’t hesitate. His hand closed over my pussy, thick fingers immediately sliding through the mess I’d already made of myself. He gathered the slick cream and rubbed it slowly, deliberately all over my swollen lips, coating every soft fold until I was shiny and dripping under his touch. The wet sound of it filled the bathroom as he worked me open, two fingers pressing in just enough to feel how ready I was. I watched his face the whole time, those dark, hungry eyes locked between my legs, his dick standing thick and heavy in front of me, still glistening from where I’d rubbed m
"You are so sexy,” Jason growled against my skin, his voice thick with hunger as he sucked harder on one of my nipples, drawing it deep into the wet heat of his mouth. His teeth scraped lightly, just enough to make me gasp, while his other hand squeezed and kneaded my breast, fingers digging into the soft flesh until it spilled between them. We were locked in the cramped bathroom of my house, I know he is not supposed to be here, we both know . The fluorescent light buzzing overhead, the tile floor cold under my bare feet. The door was locked. The house was quiet. And Jason was completely lost in me. His free hand slid up and closed around my throat, not hard enough to cut off air, just firm enough to remind me who was in control. The pressure made my pulse thud against his palm.At the same time his other hand shoved roughly under my skirt, fingers forcing their way past the soaked crotch of my panties. He found my pussy lips immediately, already slick and swollen, and dragged two







