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May kept her eyes locked on the camera as she worked a second finger into herself, the wet sound of her pussy filling the quiet bedroom while she slowly fucked her own hand. Her hips rolled in a lazy circle, thighs spreading wider so the lens could catch every glistening fold. Soft little moans started slipping out of her, low and breathy at first, the kind that made her chest rise and fall harder with every push of her fingers. Her free hand came up and squeezed one of her tits, thumb brushing over the tight nipple until it pebbled even more.Ethan stood there holding the phone, cock throbbing so hard it ached against the fabric of his sweatpants. Every time she pushed those fingers deeper and let out another soft “mmm… fuck,” his stomach clenched. He could see the way her pussy lips clung to her fingers on the way out, shiny and swollen already. His own breathing had gone shallow. He kept the camera steady somehow, but his free hand had curled into a fist at his side, nails digg

May nodded without a word, still on her knees with his cum drying on her face and tits, then crawled onto the bed and lay back. She spread her legs wide open, knees falling to the sides so her glistening pussy was completely on display, and slid two fingers straight down to start rubbing slow circles over her clit while she stared at him stroking.“Look at this wet cunt, Ethan… still so fucking needy after that orgasm… you like watching me play with it while you jerk that big hard cock?”Ethan kept stroking himself, fist working steadily up and down the thick shaft, and climbed onto the bed with her. He leaned over and cupped one of her soft tits in his free hand, thumb brushing across the tight nipple before pinching it lightly. May’s back arched immediately, a sharp little moan escaping her as he rolled the sensitive bud between his fingers. He lowered his head and sucked the nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking hard over it while he kept pinching the other one. May’s free hand

The hotel lobby smelled like expensive flowers and fresh paint. Ryan stepped through the automatic doors with his duffel bag slung over one shoulder, still wearing the wrinkled button-down he’d driven three hours in. He was already late. The wedding wasn’t until tomorrow, but the rehearsal dinner had started twenty minutes ago and he could hear laughter spilling from the ballroom down the hall. He was scanning the lobby for the check-in desk when he saw her.Lena stood near the reception counter in a black dress that hugged every curve he still remembered too well. Her dark hair was pulled back in a low knot, a few strands falling loose against her neck. She hadn’t noticed him yet. She was arguing with the clerk.“There has to be another room. Check again.”Ryan stopped walking. His stomach dropped the same way it had the night she found the messages on his phone a year and a half ago. He hadn’t seen her since the night she walked out of their apartment with a single suitcase and

Lena sat up slowly on the desk, chest still rising and falling hard, and looked straight at him. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy from the force of the last orgasm, but the anger was still burning underneath.“Why the fuck should I suck it?” she asked, voice rough. “I hate you.”Ryan stepped closer, cock still heavy and flushed in his hand. “I just made you squirt and cum all over my face. Twice. The least you can do is put that pretty mouth on me.” His voice dropped into something almost pleading, almost soft. “Please, Lena. I need your mouth. Just for a little while. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.”She stared at him for a long second, then shook her head and slid off the desk. She walked past him without another word, climbed onto the bed, and pulled the duvet up over her naked body, turning her back to him like he wasn’t even there.Ryan followed. He moved to the side of the bed and stood right in front of her face, fist wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly so the thick

The next morning the hotel suite was already buzzing with last-minute chaos. Lena stood in front of the full-length mirror in her soft lavender bridesmaid dress while Mia, the bride, sat on the edge of the bed in her white robe, hair and makeup already perfect. Lena was helping adjust the final pins in Mia’s veil, smiling the way a best friend was supposed to smile on a wedding morning.“You look unreal,” Lena said quietly. “Like, actually perfect. He’s going to lose his mind when he sees you.”Mia reached up and squeezed her hand. “Thank you for being here. I know last night wasn’t exactly easy.”Lena’s cheeks warmed, but she kept her eyes on the veil. Mia’s voice dropped into something lower and far more knowing.“So… how’s your little tight cunt doing this morning?”Lena’s eyes flew wide and a sharp gasp left her. “Mia!”Mia only grinned, completely unapologetic. “I came by to check on you around one in the morning because you weren’t answering your phone. I heard everything. The