Novel & Cerita It Ends With Us Sex Scene

"I'll be fine. You should hurry up and go. It's not nice to be late." Eventually, Zeke's car drove off. I submitted my paperwork and checked the date on my phone. After doing some calculations, I realized that I was leaving the country in five days. After I returned home, I began scrolling through social media. I came across a video of Howard Carter kissing his girlfriend passionately. After the happy couple had their moment, the crowd began to urge Zeke and Scarlett to do the same. "You have a wonderful woman beside you, Zeke. You should seize the opportunity when it presents itself to you," Howard told Zeke with a smile. He turned to look at Scarlett as he spoke.

"Cut, okay!" Okay? Finally! The shooting continued by jumping to the last scene in the script. With the same clothes, we went straight into the scene where Alan and I waved to the pharmacist, holding a paper bag full of condoms. Our hair was styled messier, and we walked off the camera screen with big, satisfied smiles.

Ana, the older woman, rubbed herself against Roberto, the two of them fucking in the corner, watching as they participated. The climax came like a wave, Isabela coming with a scream, her pussy tightening around Lucas, her mouth full of Rafael, while Matheus and Marcos came, the warmth dripping down her face. The room erupted in moans, bodies collapsing, the air thick with the smell of sex. Isabela looked toward the window, the lights in the neighboring building glowing, panting voyeurs watching, and smiled, her body marked, her heart ablaze. The End.

I pin her down into her bed by the back of the neck as her head is buried into the pillow and I pour into her as she sobs out my name. Dropping into her like exhausted. We lay there. Drenched in ecstasy and sweat for a moment longer. I want to take her again but remind myself the show is over and we need to leave. Now. I tug myself out of her tight pussy and walk over to the camper smiling as I take the engagement picture on her night stand and place it to face the camera.

On the day of my mother's funeral, I sat outside the chapel, crying so hard I could barely stand. Three days earlier, my father had told me she'd died in a car accident. He said her body was so badly damaged that I shouldn't see it. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I believed him. I put on a black dress and sat beside her casket all night. Ten minutes before the cremation, my phone buzzed. A notification popped up for a hotel livestream. I opened it and froze. My mother was on the screen in an evening gown, smiling as my younger sister, Nina Whitmore, handed her a glass of champagne. My father sat beside her, his eyes red. "From now on, Nina doesn't have to live in Evelyn's shadow or suffer

I stared at him, this man who once begged me to be his wife, now acting as if I were nothing more than an obstacle to his happy ending with Macy. "Why are you even speaking? This is between me and her." I let the bitterness seep into my words. "Or is there something going on between you two that you’re desperate to hide?" Randall froze, as if he suddenly realized that his affair with Macy was obvious for the world to see. Macy tugged at Randall’s sleeve. "It’s fine, Randall. This is between Ms. Nara and me. Stop treating me like a child who needs protecting, okay?"

Cum drips out around my shaft, leaking down his thighs, mixing with lube in messy, beautiful streaks. I stay there a moment, breathing hard, forehead resting between his shoulder blades. My cock softens slowly inside him, little aftershocks making me shiver. Gently, I pull out, watching my cum drip from his stretched hole—slow, creamy rivulets that make me smile, satisfied and soft. I roll him onto his side, pull him close like he’s real, kiss his temple. On the laptop, the video ends with the two guys curled together, kissing lazily, spent and happy.

A man and woman held hands across the table. My eyes locked on the matching rings on their fingers. Then I looked at my own bare hand and laughed at myself. After three years of marriage, the wedding band Ines had once promised me had ended up on Marcus's hand. That night, Ines did not come home. Instead, Marcus posted another photo of a hotel check-in. By then, I had no illusions left about her. I calmly sent her a text. "Come back tomorrow and sign the divorce papers." Early the next morning, I was woken by my phone ringing violently.

' Biting my tongue to stay conscious, I frantically searched the riverbed for the lost ring. Eventually, exhaustion took over. My body went numb. Someone pulled me out and threw a blanket over me. I barely had the strength to hold it up. Shivering, I dragged myself toward William. He was kissing Jennifer on the couch. It was a slow, lingering kiss filled with warmth and tenderness. Even the onlookers seemed moved by it. I sat there quietly. It felt like an eternity passed before they finally parted. With what little strength I had left, I held up the ring and whispered, "William, I did it."

Food, clothes, secrets—we had shared everything. Aside from Luke, she was the second person I was closest to. During our freshman year, I introduced Luke to her. Never did I expect myself to bring a snake into my life. I forced myself to calm down, logged out, then logged back in with an alternate account no one knew about. Then, I searched her username again. This time, her profile opened. Countless feeds flooded me as if they had been anticipating me. One photo showed a man's hand resting on a swollen belly. The caption read, 'The baby is kicking! He put his hand on my belly, and his eyes turned red when he said this was the fruit of our love.'