I walk into the dimly lit room, my raven locks cascading down my back like a midnight waterfall. The man before me, my boyfriend, his eyes widen at the sight of me. He knows what I crave, what I demand of him. And he’s eager to please, like a good little pet.
“Take off those clothes,” I command, my voice low and husky. He obliges, stripping down to his birthday suit in record time. I take a moment to admire his physique, but it’s not for my pleasure – it’s because he’s about to serve a purpose.
My gaze drifts to the door as it creaks open, and in walks the man I really desire. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, with a confident swagger in his step. I can smell his musk, a primal aroma that stirs something deep within me. He’s the one who gets to fuck me tonight, while my poor boyfriend watches and waits.
Without a word, the other man approaches, his hands roaming over my body with an expertise that makes me shudder. He lifts me up onto the bed, my legs wrapping around his waist as he hikes up my skirt. I can hear my boyfriend’s breath hitching in anticipation, knowing what’s about to happen.
The man thrusts into me with a groan, filling me to the brim with his thickness. I moan, arching my back as he sets a hard, fast pace. My boyfriend’s eyes are glued to the spectacle, his hand already reaching for my dripping pussy.
I catch his gaze and smirk, a wicked glint in my eye. “Get ready,” I whisper, as the man inside me starts to reach his climax. His hips jerk erratically, pushing deep as he shoots his load straight into my core.
That’s when my boyfriend moves in, his face pressing against my already-wet cunt. He licks and sucks, eager to clean up the evidence of his rival’s pleasure. I can feel his tongue darting in and out, licking up every drop of cum.
It’s a dirty, degrading scene, but it gets me off like nothing else can. As the man withdraws from me, spent and panting, I use my boyfriend’s face like a meat toy, grinding against him until I find my own release.
When it’s all over, I slide off the bed, my skirt falling back into place. I look at my boyfriend, still kneeling on the floor, his mouth and chin glistening with the remnants of our encounter. “Good boy,” I purr, before turning to leave the room, already planning our next little game.
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