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low, throaty sounds that made my cheeks flush instantly. 'What the...' I started, sitting up straighter, but Aubrey was frozen, her eyes wide as the video buffered. Two women on screen, tangled in a dimly lit room much like mine, their bodies slick with sweat. One had her head buried between the other's thighs, tongue lapping greedily at a shaved pussy, while the other arched, fingers twisting in her lover's hair. 'Oh fuck, that's not N*****x,' Aubrey whispered, but she didn't hit stop.

I asked, already shaking at the unthinkable thoughts that were forming in my head. “This way!” We followed the warriors. They led us right through the rogue camp, to a modest-looking building on the other side. I stopped dead in my tracks. I couldn’t believe what I saw! “Oh Zane,” Astrid gasped, appalled. Depravity. Prostitution. In plain sight! One woman knelt in front of a man, his zipper undone, his hands in her hair. “Take it deep, baby. Suck it down your throat,” he said.

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.

James found himself now searching the p**n site for an interesting video. He discovered one about a large-breasted realtor showing a client an expensive home. The scene didn't take long to get to the sex and now the couple in the video were fucking in the living room. It had been a while since James had masturbated, and he found himself rock hard in a matter of seconds.

“I don't know, most of them look like they like it. Do you think they are drunk or fucking high or something? “Maybe they are whores who have to do that shit.” “Most of them don’t look like whores, these are homemade videos. That means those guys are wives or girlfriends.” “Do a search for blow jobs, let's see what other women say.” I typed 'blow job' into the G****e search box and the screen filled up with endless pages of links about fellatio. Brenda and I spent the next hour reading articles from the website on how to suck a cock and make it pleasurable for both him and her. There were a lot of pictures, and we even saw some videos that were hotter than the crappy video we'd been watching

Then she was gone, waving from the taxi window as it pulled away. The house felt empty the second the door closed. I stood in the living room for a minute, the silence pressing in. My dick was already half-hard just from the thought of having the place to myself for two whole weeks. I headed upstairs to my room, locked the door out of habit, and opened my laptop. I needed release badly. I pulled up my favorite p**n site and searched for something specific—mature women, thick bodies, the kind that reminded me of Gwen. I clicked on a video of a busty brunette in her late forties fucking her young neighbor.

More comments flooded the livestream. [Good job hitting her! Homewreckers deserve to be punished!] [Make her return the money! Thirty thousand dollars isn’t a small amount!] [There are always so many homewreckers in these high-end apartments. This woman looks so young. She must be really experienced at manipulating men.] [Look at her face. Did she get plastic surgery? She’s just another leech relying on her looks.] [Wait, is that doll a limited-edition ball-jointed doll? Aren't those worth thousands of dollars each?]