He kisses exquisitely. His lips feel soft and embracing. He has a girlfriend. She fantasises about him being used by a woman, in their bed, when she's at work. Today I am that woman.
I trace my tongue along his neck, he tells me he's enjoying it and I tell him that I know that. He kisses me back and plays with my breasts. I suck his cock. He won't let it end.
He turns me on and heats me up and we fuck and I need to come now, badly. I suck my effluent from his fingers and he pauses to tell me it's hot. Tricks well learned. I'm playing for an audience I'll never meet. That's strange and some how encouraging.
He makes me come by forcing one of their sex toys deep inside me. I squirt and soak the bed. He tells me he's going to use that again with her later and his cock twitches, as he says it, like a bug.
He is kind, enjoyable. He likes me. I can tell. I don't really care all that much, but it felt good when I came. Intense and heavy. I thought about the way he kissed. I wanted him to kiss me goodbye. He didn't. I could have pushed for it but I didn't. It's not his fantasy, it's hers, today I was that woman.
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