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Fuck. When it’s over, I slump, and he pulls free from my body, discarding the condom. I spread my pussy lips, swipe my fingers across the cream dripping from me, and then reach up, smearing it on his girlfriend’s lips as she watches me. She licks her lips, her chest still heaving. “That’s how he tastes in me.” I smirk as I crawl up and kiss her before flopping onto my back by her side. He lies down on her other side, kissing her gently before drawing away and pulling her into his arms.

"Holy shit… There are more than ten people in there. And the smell is disgusting." "I heard the noises coming from this room earlier. It was loud as hell and weird too. Crazy nobody came to check." "They must've been having some kind of orgy." "They've got some nerve. This kind of thing is illegal. And they've caused such a ruckus!" "Well, this guy came to catch his girlfriend cheating, didn't he?" "Catch her cheating? He obviously got the wrong person. Wait… how did he even know his girlfriend would be in this room?"

After a few seconds, she looked up, a small smile playing on her lips. “You might,” she said softly. “But only if you up your game.” I blinked. “What… what do you mean?” She leaned forward slightly, and her cleavage deepened. I felt heat rush to my face and quickly looked down at my shoes. “You won’t be able to keep a girlfriend because you don’t even know how to fuck one properly,” she said, calm and direct. “You don’t know how to make a pussy wet. How to touch her until she’s dripping and trembling before you even slide inside. You’re too shy, too unsure. Girls can smell that.”

I wanted to deny it, wanted to lie, but she’d most probably heard us, seen the marks, and probably smelled the sex on him when he went back to her. I lifted my chin instead, and my voice came out shaky but clear. “I didn’t know he had a girlfriend when I started working here. He never told me, and it just… happened.” Elena laughed, soft and cold, like ice cracking. She started circling again, closer this time, and her fingers trailed along my arm as she walked, nails light but threatening. “Oh, sweetie. I’m not mad because I’m in love with him or anything like that. Trust me, I’m not.”

The sight was intoxicating. I entered her again, but this time with a relentless, punishing pace. I was no longer just making love; I was fucking her with a raw, urgent hunger. My cock slid in and out of her with a wet, slapping sound that filled the room. I watched her face, seeing the sheer ecstasy and the hint of submission in her eyes. She was my wife, my partner, and the architect of this madness, and I loved her for it. "Tell me again," I commanded, my thrusts becoming shorter and more powerful, hitting her G-spot with every single strike. "Tell me who this cock belongs to."

“I am none of those, Lei. I just haven’t met the one and I don’t even know how it will feel like when I meet the one. You know, I had a girlfriend, some years after you left and she left too. I never saw her and I even wonder if I loved her because I don’t know how to love? I somehow thought I loved her and so did Erica and my dad. But love doesn’t die, does it?” She looked at me and then shook her head. “You did love her, Eric. It’s just that, back then your love was more of an infatuation. It felt so strong that her presence was greatly missed.” She took out her phone and showed me the picture of a young lady on her lock screen. “Is this your girlfriend?” I asked her and she shook her head

ERIC'S POV "Tara, there is this thing I have been meaning to tell you but am scared to because am unsure of what your reaction will be, what your reply will be and the effect it might have on our friendship. It all started from the BCH class but as day goes all my imagination, what I picture of you happens to be the exact. And I have come to learn that you are not those type of girls that flung themselves at me because of my father's wealth. What am trying to say in essence is that, there is a way I feel about you, I should have spill it out but I lack the courage to do so and right now it's consuming me because it's overwhelming and seems totally beyond me. I have try defining the feeling i

Who was my girlfriend? “My girlfriend?” I repeated. The words felt strange in my mouth. My eyes moved to where Erica was standing. “Did she tell you she is my girlfriend?” “I know she is,” she responded. “I saw you two fucking.” “Ha.” The sound came out of me like I had been punched in the stomach. “So.” I stopped talking and stared at Erica. She was shaking like a leaf in the wind. I knew she had been calling herself my girlfriend when I wasn’t around. “Because I fuck her means she is my girlfriend?”

They locked eyes, and Shuji drew his naked body closer to his girlfriend. “Ughhh…” Erika murmured as she felt her boyfriend’s manhood in her. Shuji took his girlfriend and laid her down on the bed. “Why? The taste of my kiss with Erika changed. I was seeking something unique, but now it’s vanished,” Shuji thought to himself. Shuji slowly entered his manhood into his girlfriend’s womanhood. Erika groaned as she felt the impending climax of their lovemaking. Despite their closeness to orgasm, Shuji continued to move on top of her.