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One hand stays latched onto my hip, the other handling my phone.

He thrusts.

“There,” he says, tossing my phone on the bed next to me.

I pick it up, place it in front of me, and look at the clips.

The first one captured his mouth on my pussy.

The second one was shot from above, showcasing my back, my waist, and my hips and his hard shaft entering me repeatedly.

The sensation of pleasure only gets more intense.

Controlling his pace and force, he strokes my rear entrance with his thumb.

It takes a few moments before he smoothly slides it in, his rhythm matching the cadence of his strokes.

I roll my hips, meeting his touch.

“Perfect,” he grunts, picking up speed.

I couldn’t agree more.

My eyes are still on the video loop playing in front of me as I experience the heart-grabbing pleasure.

His grip hardens as I clench around his hard meat fast.

“That’s fucking good,” he rasps.

Within moments, my moans ripple through the air, accompanied by the noise of skin slapping skin.

Tense, I shake, my heart pounding, his warm release trickling down my thighs before it all becomes a calm, unending bliss.

12

RAIN

“How was it?”I ask.

Eve glances at me.

“It wasn’t.”

“Why?”

She flicks her hand up, shifting her eyes to the menu, looking preoccupied while trying to pick something to eat.

It’s late Sunday afternoon.

The weather is breezy and sunny, with people strolling down the street, heading to Central Park.

It’s early for dinner and past lunchtime, so only a few tables are occupied on the small terrace.

A canopy of branches casts a shadow over the tables.

My phone lights up with a notification next to my plate.

“He’ll be here in a few minutes,” I say, reading James’ text just as the waitress shows up.

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