The Accidental Cuckold

Jeanine dropped her purse on the entry table as her apartment door closed behind her. Home again, another long week in the books. She loved her apartment, small as it was. It was her first place living on her own, and she’d set it up just as she liked. She always felt good coming home from work, especially on Fridays, with the weekend’s adventures ahead.

She thought about Mark as she stepped into the kitchen and drew a glass of water from the fridge. They’d been together almost 2 months, long term for her, she thought with a sly smile. Thinking of him still gave her a little flutter in her stomach, which was good. Him bailing out tonight though, not so good. He’d been asked to sub in for a basketball league with friends. Sure, playing basketball probably contributed to that body of his that she enjoyed so much, but a basketball game over seeing her? WTF?

But be honest, she thought, as she unstrapped her heels and slipped out of them, then tread barefoot to her bedroom. Mark could be a bit boring to talk to, and she wouldn’t be that disappointed in the cancellation tonight if it weren’t for missing out on the inevitable physical ending. She considered whether this made her shallow as she slipped out of her dress, but her mind drifted to how much Mark seemed to enjoy going down on her, and decided she didn’t care if it was shallow.

Looking at herself in the mirror above her dresser, she considered her body and wondered, with a smile, how basketball with the boys was more appealing.

Jeanine wasn’t arrogant, but she took care of herself and cared how she looked.

Regular running, occasional yoga, and even less occasional workouts with weights kept her weight steady and her muscles toned. Her appreciation of whiskey and wine, plus an afinity for cake when it was on the menu, contributed to her not too generous curves and, she supposed her B bordering on C cup breasts. WIth shoulder length straight blonde hair and grey/blue eyes, she never wanted for attention from guys she met.

Unhooking her bra, she slid it off her shoulders and let it drop, then allowed her hand to glide slowly over her stomach, her finger tips slipping inside the elastic of her panties. She drew a sharp breath as her middle finger pressed between her folds of soft skin and found her clit. Steadying herself with her free hand on her dresser, she watched in the mirror as her hand began to move slightly beneath her panties.

A muffled bang startled her out of her trance. What the hell? It sounded like it came from the hall outside her apartment. She pulled a pair of loose fitting gym shorts and a tank top from a drawer, tugged them on, and went to see where the noise had come from. A quick scan of the living room and kitchen confirmed she was still alone. Moving to the door, she checked the peep hole and saw a man rummaging through a bag on the floor across the hall. Odd, she thought, since her neighbor Will was away for an extended work stay in London and wasn’t due home for another couple of months. Jeanine had been watering his plants and taking in mail since he left.

Pulling open her door, she asked “Excuse me, can I help you?”

Her breath caught as Will turned and stood, a smile spreading across his face.

“Hey Jeanie. I didn’t want to bother you, but now that you mention it…can I get my key? Mine seems to be buried somewhere down there.” he said, nodding toward his bag.

“Will, oh my god! Of course, let me…” she said as she started to turn back toward her apartment, then stopped.

“Oh my god, you’re home early!” she exclaimed, then stepped toward him and hugged him tightly.

He returned the hug, laughing over her shoulder. Jeanine became aware she might be holding the hug a little too long, and stepped back.

“Sorry, it’s just…you surprised me! I’ll get your key.”

Will stepped in behind her, looked around, then snuck a glance at Jeanie’s bare legs and sexy ass as she grabbed the key from a kitchen drawer. He looked away a second too late.

Jeanine turned, caught him checking her out, and felt herself blush as he looked quickly away and stepped back toward the hall. She followed him out, and spontaneously gave him a light slap on his back.

“You don’t call, you don’t write, then you show up early and unannounced…what the fuck Will?!” she said playfully.

Will held up his hands. “Guilty as charged, guilty as charged. It’s just, with work being so busy and all…”

Jeanine cut him off. “I’m playing Will. You don’t owe me any explanation. But why are you back early, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Will took the key, turned, and opened his door before responding.

“It’s my mom.” He replied with a frown.

The smile dropped from Jeanine’s face. “Oh no, Will…”

He picked up his bag and stepped into his apartment, Jeanine following behind him.

“No, no, it’s OK, really. False alarm, it turns out. Mikey called late yesterday, said she wasn’t feeling right and wanted to go to the hospital. I got out as early as I could, and apparently while I was somewhere over the Atlantic they figured out it was maybe some angina, more likely indigestion.” He laughed lightly. “Honestly, I think it was her way of getting me home to see her.”

Jeanine laughed with him, relieved. “Oh god, well, I’m glad she’s OK.”

“Yep, we all are. Anyway, she’s home resting now, I’m headed over to spend the day tomorrow, then flying back Sunday. I still have a few months to go over there.”

“Got it. So I’m not being dismissed from guard duty.” replied Jeanine.

“Ha. Not at all. So…looks like you’re in for the night. I have to make a few calls, but do you want to hang out later?” Will hoped he didn’t sound too eager.

Jeanine balked. Stood up by Mark and now a surprise return from Will? It was almost too good to be true. But was it right? Her mind raced. She’d been trying to be “better”, whatever that meant.

Will cocked his head, waiting for a reply.

“Sorry, it’s just that, well, I’ve been seeing someone…” she offered lamely and not at all convincingly.

Will nodded, a smile on his lips. “Hey, hey…that’s cool…all good. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have even asked. I just thought, well…” he trailed off.

Jeanine smiled. “Believe me, it’s a good thought. But I really shouldn’t.”

“Understood, Jeanie. And really, thank you for everything you’ve been doing. The place looks great, you can hardly tell I’ve been gone. And, I should have called.”

“Don’t even think about it Will, really. I’m gonna go eat. It’s so good to see you! You look great!” Jeanine exclaimed, wrapping him up in another hug. This time she made sure to hold it too long, letting her fingers take in his muscular arms and shoulders, intentionally pressing her hips against him until she felt him stir against her. She pulled away.

“Tell your mom and brother hi from me! And seriously, you’d better not leave without saying goodbye.” she admonished him.

“Promise.” Will responded, and she turned and left, pulling the door behind her.

Back in her apartment, Jeanine collapsed on her comfy couch. She thought about Will, and could still smell his cologne lingering from that last hug she’d laid on him. Thoughts of picking up where she’d left off when she’d heard the noise from outside were interrupted by a rumble from her stomach, however. She thought about her mostly empty fridge, having planned on some take-out with Mark tonight, and gave a frustrated sigh. Moving to the kitchen, she took a rocks glass from the cabinet, unscrewed the cap from her bottle of Jack Daniel’s on the counter, added a few ice cubes, and poured out a generous two fingers worth. She took a sip, let it glide over her tongue slowly before swallowing. Ahhh. Jack was her drink of choice, much to her girlfriends’ annoyance at times. She enjoyed a glass of wine, but felt something a little stronger might be needed to shake off tonight’s frustrations.

Opening the fridge, she found half a chicken caesar salad from earlier in the week, added a container of yogurt and a diet coke, then settled at the bistro table by the window. Her mind wanted to drift back to Will, and she let it run as she munched on her impromptu dinner.

After she moved in, they’d passed in the hall, lobby, or elevator numerous times, inevitable considering they lived across from each other. Eventually he struck up a conversation while riding in the elevator together. They were both single, dating off and on. She hadn’t really been interested, nor had she thought he was, beyond neighborly pleasantries. Yes, she’d felt his eyes on her at times from behind, and she’d certainly taken in his good looks when seeing him around. But she’d never considered or been interested in black guys, and assumed they weren’t interested in her beyond the occasional glance. She had nothing against them, or anyone really. It just hadn’t occurred to her, likely a product of her upbringing and the circles she ran in throughout her school years.

As was the case in many of her not-too-proud moments, that first time she was with Will had involved alcohol. Her old friend Jack, in fact. A late night with girlfriends, single, a little lonely, and a lot drunk, she’d staggered to the elevator with the help of Jen and then convinced her she could make it up and into her apartment from there. She hadn’t considered the key however. While she fumbled with her lock, dumping her purse in the hall to boot, she heard the elevator ding again, and there was Will. Embarrassed, she tried to hurry, but that only made things worse. He offered to help, ignored her when she said no thanks, and had her door open a few seconds later. He kneeled to gather her purse as she stumbled inside, then handed it to her from the hall. She awkwardly hugged him on the threshold, slurring a thank you into his shoulder, then felt his stiffness against her hip as her weight fell against him.

“Oh, what’s this?” she asked, probably slurring that as well.

She remembered him looking away awkwardly, and then kissing him, missing his mouth until he turned back into the kiss. She pulled him into her space, the door closing loudly behind as she stumbled backward to the couch, pulling him along. She was wearing a short skirt, heels, a tight tank top with a looser fitting tank over top, and panties. All of it stayed on that first time. He tugged her panties aside, managed his hard cock out through his zipper, and was inside her before she setted back on to a pillow. It was reckless, uninhibited sex, probably not a great idea, but also not her first time doing it. The fact was she loved it like this, and while it didn’t happen often, she never shied away from the opportunity.

He filled her nicely, and she was surprised at how wet she was for him. She tugged at his shirt, so he balanced himself on one knee, pulled it over his head, and began thrusting again. He pressed his palm on to her lower stomach, found her clit with his thumb, and found a rhythm with his thrusts. She was aware of his cock pressing against her g-spot as her eyes locked on the contrast of his black skin disappearing into her creamy white skin. Her fingers pressed against his chest, feeling his muscular build, and it was suddenly too much at once. Her orgasm burst over her like thunder, she cried out and gripped his upper arm, nails undoubtedly biting into his flesh. He pulled out suddenly, and she saw her hot juices splash out of her, over his cock and on to his jeans. He gripped his throbbing shaft as it erupted, spraying his thick hot cum on to her. It splashed on to her top, just reaching her bare neck, then left a trail down to her panties as his spasms subsided.

Spent, he braced himself on his arms over her. She pulled him awkwardly down toward her, kissing him deeply. They made out like this for a while, and then, well, then she didn’t remember anymore. She apparently fell asleep, hard. She woke later, alone, the soft gray light of morning coming from the windows. She was still on the couch, still dressed, heels and all. He must have turned out the living room lights on his way out.

“Oh God.” she’d thought, embarrassed with herself. She rose unsteadily, managed to kick off her heels, and padded to the bathroom to pee. In the bright light she noticed his now dried cum splashed across her top and panties, adding to her embarrassment, but also giving her a small tingle inside. She’d probably have to avoid him now, after that display. But damn, it was hot. And, she’d squirted on him! It wasn’t the first time she’d done it, not by a long shot, but definitely the first time from just being fucked. Most often she did it with one of her toys, and occasionally a guy was good enough with his fingers. But last night, wow.

Making her way back to the living room to grab her phone, then the kitchen for some water, she noticed the time. 7:30! Jeezus, she’d been out cold. Tempted as she was to crash into bed, she decided to jump in the shower, hoping to clear her head and make something useful out of the day. She set up and started the coffee maker, then headed back to the bathroom. Stripping in front of the mirror, she said a silent thank you that she’d wound up in her own apartment, avoiding a walk of shame in her current state. Hair a mess, makeup smudged, skirt skewed to the side, and that obvious trail from her neck to her torso. She looked quite literally like she’d just been fucked.

She stood under the hot water for a long time after washing her hair and soaping up, letting the steam soothe her head while the water pressure worked its magic on her neck and shoulders. As she reluctantly turned the handles off, she thought she heard a knock on the door. Stepping out and wrapping a towel around herself, she opened the bathroom door to listen just as another tentative knock sounded down the hall.

“Hello?” she ventured. “Is someone there?”

After a pause, Will responded. “Hey, it’s Will. From across the hall?”

His voice alarmed her, and almost made her laugh out loud. “From across the hall?” How drunk did he think she was last night?!

“Hey! Ummm, give me a quick second, OK?” she called back.

Not bothering to wait for a response, she rushed to her room, toweled herself dry as quickly as she could, then switched the towel to her hair while frantically grabbing running shorts and a tank top from a drawer. Thinking better of it, she traded the tank for a too-big t-shirt, then headed for the door.

“Hey…” she said tentatively after opening the door.

Will was dressed for a workout, shorts and a tight-fitting t-shirt. He looked a little embarrassed.

“Hey.” he said. “I, ummm, I just wanted to check in and make sure you’re OK.”

Jeanine smiled. “Aw that’s sweet. I’m OK, a little bit of a headache that I’m hoping some coffee will help with.”

Will breathed in, smelling the brewing coffee. “Yea, that smells good. Well, uh, I was just headed out for a run and wanted to check in.”

Jeanine smiled again. “You want some coffee?” She opened the door a little wider.

“That sounds good, thanks.” he replied, stepping inside and turning toward the kitchen.

She closed the door and followed. He took a seat at the small table, and she pretended to busy herself with getting cups, avoiding eye contact.

Finally she turned, and they both started talking at once. They laughed, and simultaneously said “Go ahead.”, then laughed again.

Finally, Will said, “Ladies first.”

This again almost made her laugh. “Who’s he calling a lady?” she thought to herself.

Out loud, she said, “I’m a little embarrassed about last night. But thank you for helping me out. And, if I was too forward or anything, then, well, I’m sorry for that.”

Will smiled, looked like he was about to say one thing, then paused, and started again.

“So, this is awful, but I need to get it out of the way. It’s Jeanie, right?”

Jeanine froze, processing what he’d said, and then she actually laughed out loud. “Oh god, you don’t even know my name! Oh my god, oh god!” she managed between laughs.

Will looked horrified and embarrassed. He started to get up. “I’m really sorry, maybe I should just go.”

Jeanine recovered enough to put her hands up. “No, no, please stay. I’m sorry, it’s OK really. And, for the record, it’s Will, right?”

This made them both laugh, and he sat back down.

Jeanine started again. “So, it’s actually Jeanine. But you were close. I’ll give you an A for effort and a D for memory and listening skills.” She smiled.

“Fair enough. But, so you know, I like Jeanie better.” he said.

“Jeanie works for me. I’ve probably been called worse.” she responded, turning to pour some coffee out. “Milk or sugar?”

“Black is fine with me, thanks,” he replied.

“So.” he continued. “Please don’t be embarrassed. I felt like I took advantage of you, honestly, and that’s really why I came by. I mean, it’s not like we can avoid seeing each other, so, you know…”

She sat down across from him. “Yea.” she reflected. “I’m glad you came by. I’d have hated to have to run and hide every time I saw you. And, I’m pretty sure I started things last night, so don’t think you took advantage. No regrets here.”

He sipped his coffee and looked pleased. “Good, thanks.” he said, nodding toward the cup, then continued, “What a relief. I felt awful just leaving, but you sort of passed out. I knew you were still breathing, and I couldn’t think of a way to do anything else that wouldn’t seem creepy later, so I just turned out the lights and left. I mean, carrying you to bed, undressing you, nothing seemed like a good option, and the couch seemed comfy enough.” He laughed at this when he finished.

“It’s a good couch.” she said with a sly smile. Sitting here this close to him, she couldn’t help take in his muscular build beneath the workout clothes, and felt a familiar stir inside.

She sipped her coffee, steeling her nerves, then ventured, “How much of a hurry are you in to go running?”

He didn’t catch on.

“I like to workout early, so I have the rest of the day ahead of me,” he replied.

“So, I shouldn’t try to make you late, I guess?” she asked with a little smile.

“Oh, wow, uhh…:” he stammered, finally catching on.

Jeanine took this as a green light, set her coffee down, loosened the towel from her hair, then dropped to her knees. She coaxed Will’s leg away from the table as her hand slid slowly up his thigh and inside his shorts. She could already feel his cock growing when she reached it. She looked up at him, smiling.

“You are something else,” he said.

“I just know what I want.” she said back plainly.

She considered working his cock out through the bottom of his shorts, but thought better of it and instead moved both hands to the waist band. He took his cue, lifting from the chair so she could slide them off. She pulled his shoes off along the way, delighted as his cock popped free and stood almost fully erect.

“Mmm” she murmured as she wrapped a hand around the shaft, then shifted forward to put her lips over the head. She realized now what had made her squirt so readily last night. The last quarter or so of his cock curved up at the tip, so that the head pointed upward. That, combined with him pressing his hand on her pelvis, had meant a constant assault on her g-spot as he thrust inside her. The realization made her want him inside her again right away, but she did her best to slow down and enjoy this time a bit more.

Jeanine kept her eyes open as she ran her tongue down his shaft. The contrast of her pale white hand on his dark skin excited her all the more as she remembered watching him push inside her last night. Reaching the tip with her tongue again, she rose slowly on her knees, set her lips across his now throbbing head, and plunged as much as she could take of him all at once into her mouth. The loud groan from above let her know she’d hit her mark. She paused, testing her gag reflex with the tip of his cock at her throat, letting her spit flow over him until she felt it slicken her hand at the base, then slowly pulled back up, following with her hand, her grip tight as she used her spit to lubricate him thoroughly. Her eyes found his at the top of her stroke, his head was shaking back and forth, his lips moving but no audible words coming out. Holding his gaze, she lowered her mouth again, then broke eye contact and began sucking him in earnest.

She loved sucking cock, loved everything about it. The feeling of control it gave her, tasting a new guy’s cum for the first time, the feeling in her mouth as a guy lost all control and exploded. All of it. She knew she had a decision to make. He wouldn’t last long if she didn’t let him. Would she settle for the satisfaction of getting him off, or did she want him to fuck her again? Her mind was made up for her as she felt the contour of his cock as she reached the top of another stroke. She wanted him inside her, and the sooner the better.

Pulling her mouth away, she looked up while continuing to stroke him with her hand in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“You like that?” she asked somewhat innocently.

“You’re going to find out how much I like it if you don’t stop soon.” he replied.

She smiled, and continued her slow strokes up and down.

“Hmm…well, do you want to fuck me? Because, I can stop, or not stop.”

He only nodded in response, which made her smile even more broadly. Pulling herself to her feet, and managing to keep stroking him as she did so, she leaned in close to him, her lips only inches from his.

“That wasn’t much of an answer either way, Will. But, I want you to fuck me, so meet me in the bedroom.” she whispered.

With that she let her hand complete one last, slow, upstroke before breaking contact, then started walking toward the hall back to her room. She heard the chair slide out behind her, and he managed to catch up to her as she led the way. She intended to turn and lay back on the bed, but he had another idea.

As she neared the edge of the bed, she felt his hands on both of her shoulders, pulling her back against him so that his hard cock flattened upward into the small of her back. She could feel it pulsing there as one of his hands slid down her body and pushed deftly at her shorts. They fell to her ankles as they cleared her hips, and she felt him push her forward before she could step out of them. Her knees pressed against the mattress, and the momentum of his push bent her at the waist. She just managed to get her hands out and brace herself to prevent falling all the way forward as his pulsing cock pressed against her ass. In the next instant, he was inside her, and she was aware of her double exclamation, the first as he pushed her forward and the next as he pushed inside her.

“Oh! OH!” she exclaimed.

“Do you like that?” he asked from behind her, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

She responded by reaching behind her, gripping his ass and pulling him forward.

“Fuck…oh fuck, you’re so hard! Fuck!”

This was part ecstacy, part frustration for her. His cock felt amazing inside her. But he had her pinned against the bed, and she couldn’t free her legs from her shorts or get her knees up on the bed to open herself and take him deeper. She tried to time her moves as he backed his cock out of her, but he was too strong and held her torso down on the bed as well. She decided to be content in the moment, for now, and focused on gripping his cock to feel every inch as it slid easily in and out of her slippery pussy.

The loss of control combined with his powerful thrusts soon had her approaching orgasm. She felt it building as she allowed herself to relax and enjoy it. He sensed her submission and began thrusting harder, until she could feel his balls slapping against her bare legs with each thrust. This proved to be the tipping point for her.

“Uhh…uhhhh…uhhhhh! Cumming, I’m cumming, fuck! I’m cumming!” she cried out, gripping his leg to pull him tight as her body shook.

She let her orgasm wash over her, became aware that he’d stopped thrusting and was holding himself tight against her ass.

“Mmmmm…don’t cum yet, not yet…” she murmured, and felt him fighting it off from behind her.

She pushed against him, wanting him to release her, and he finally pulled back enough so she could move her legs. She stepped out of her shorts, pulled her knees up on the bed, and he slipped out of her. She wanted him from behind again, thought about how much deeper he could go now that she was free, but decided that could wait for now. Instead, she turned and got up on her knees, kissed him, pushing her tongue inside his mouth while taking his throbbing cock, wet with her juices, in her hand. He twitched and jumped, making her smile.

She pulled him toward the bed, coaxing him down onto his back. She considered straddling his face and making him lick her, but he hadn’t tried to do so yet, and she decided it wouldn’t be good for either of them if he didn’t enjoy it. She settled for another deep kiss, letting him recover a bit from nearly cumming himself, then slowly straddled his waist and wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft. He was still rock hard.

“You good?” she asked, wanting to make sure he wasn’t going to erupt as soon as she guided him inside.

He nodded, watching as she slowly lowered her hips, guiding the curved tip of his black dick toward her glistening pink slit.

They each moaned audibly as the head made contact first with her clit, then pushed inside her. She let go of him, braced her hands on his chest, and continued sinking him inside her until she’d taken all of him. She wriggled her hips slightly, reveling in how full she felt with him inside.

“Mmmmm, damn Will. You fill me so nice.” she whispered.

“I love your little pussy, it feels so good inside you.” he replied, putting his hands on her hips and running them up her body.

She responded by pulling her tank top off in one fluid motion, letting her breasts bounce free, then lowering herself so that her nipples hovered over his mouth. He sucked one between his lips, covering it in spit, then replaced his lips with his fingers to rub and squeeze it while his mouth moved to the other. Jeanine felt a jolt through her body as his teeth nipped playfully at one while his fingers squeezed the other, and she began to grind her hips on him, willing his cock even deeper. Her clit began to rub against him as she pressed herself down, and a few quick thrusts of her hips had her dropping over the edge of orgasm again. She shuddered on top of him, silently this time, enjoying the slow roll of this one as it coursed through her body.

Sitting up straight as the wave receded, she looked down at him playfully, pressing her hands on each side of him for support as she began to slowly rise up and down. She was so wet for him, and his throbbing cock slipped in and out with ease. He seemed to enjoy it this way, his smile giving way to a look of concentration as he watched her rise and fall on him.

Jeanine recalled their brief encounter from last night, and experimented by placing one hand low on her torso, just above where their bodies met when she lowered herself over him. She immediately felt increased friction from the curve of his cock inside as she pressed her g-spot down onto it.

Will smiled as he saw what she was doing, put his hands on her hips to support her as she increased her pace. In a moment Jeanine was bouncing up and down on his cock, using her legs to piston herself up before relaxing and dropping back down hard. She closed her eyes as another wave began to build inside, her head shaking back and forth slowly as she quickened her pace even more. She heard herself saying “fuck” each time she sank down over him and let the words come as her body rose and fell, faster and faster.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck..fuck..fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Oh, oh Will, fuck, fuck FUCK!”

She came hard on top of him as she was rising off of him, and his cock slipped all the way out as a gusher of her hot juices erupted from within. She opened her eyes to see her stream splash over his cock and then up onto his torso as her hips thrust forward uncontrollably.

Looking at him, she noticed he was laser focused on her hips as another, smaller squirt splashed over him. His mouth was moving, and she focused to listen over her own harsh breathing.

“Yes, yes! So hot…that’s so fucking hot!” Will exclaimed as he watched her squirt all over him.

Her legs shaking from her orgasm, she managed to swing her left thigh over him, then dropped quickly to take his thick, glistening shaft into her mouth. He was close and she wanted to taste him. The familiar taste of her own essence filled her mouth, turning her on even more as she began to stroke and suck on him.

“Ahh…ahhh…ahhh” Will cried out as she worked him.

All at once, he erupted into her mouth, a thick stream coating her tongue followed rapidly by smaller bursts. She moaned as she sucked him up, savoring the new taste. She looked up, locked eyes with him, and deliberately let the seal between her bottom lip and his shaft open a bit, allowing a rivulet of spit and cum to slither down over her hand. She stroked her hand up toward her lips, sucked it back in, and made a show of swallowing his load before releasing him and licking the remnants from her hand.

An ice cube bumped against Jeanine’s lips, rousing her from her memories of those first times she’d been with Will. She sucked the cube into her mouth, nursing the last taste of Jack from it before crunching it up and swallowing. What was it they said about crunching ice, something about a sign of frustration? Well, that certainly fits tonight’s bill. She stood, added more ice and another generous pour to her glass, and sat to finish her salad.

Her stomach now satisfied, she cleared and rinsed her dish, then moved to her couch with her drink. Walking the few steps to the couch, she could feel how wet her memories had made her. She sunk into the couch, flipped on the tv and sipped her drink, not really watching anything as she cruised the channels. There didn’t seem to be much to choose from on Friday nights, probably because normal people made plans that didn’t involve television. Her second drink went a little more quickly as she finally settled for some mindless celebrity gossip on E!. Crunching up another piece of ice, she decided to at least finish what she’d started before hearing Will in the hall.

She turned off the TV, added a few more cubes and another pour of Jack to her glass, and padded back to her bedroom. Her frustration eased, replaced with a tingle of anticipation. At her dresser, she opened the top right hand drawer and pushed aside the assortment of sexy camis and panties she kept there, uncovering her small collection of toys. She considered the choices for no more than a moment really, sipping at her drink, a mischievous smile on her face. Placing her fingertips on the obvious choice, she let them drift lightly along the veined, dark shaft, enjoying how the fake skin warmed under her touch.

She’d bought this one not long after her encounter with Will, and while not as exciting as the real thing, it always did the trick when Will wasn’t available. Thicker and longer than him, which was nice after she got used to it, the real key was how it curved upward at the head, just like the real thing. She typically used a little lube for this one to get her started, but she didn’t think that would be needed tonight. Picking it up, she twirled and moved to her bed.

“You’re drunk…” she thought as she sat on the edge of her mattress. Taking another sip of Jack, then placing it on her bedside table, she placed her cool fingertips on her stomach, then let them slowly glide up and over her breasts. With her other hand, she slid the toy along her inner thigh, drawing a breath as she pressed the head against the thin fabric of her shorts.

Putting it aside, she stood, intending to strip and then let things get a little more serious. As she began to tug off her shorts, however, she stopped.

“What the fuck, Jeanine? It’s Friday night, and you’re home alone, drinking and playing with yourself?” she admonished herself. “It’s not your fault that Mark ditched you, it’s his. And, it’s his problem.”

She picked up her drink and finished it in one swallow, enjoying the slight burn as it trickled down her throat. Grabbing her phone, she texted Will as she walked down the hall toward her door.

“Hey, all done with your calls?” she texted.

The dancing dots appeared almost immediately, and his reply popped up as she opened her door. Not that it would have mattered at this point.

“Yep, just hung up with Mikey. Why?” he had replied.

She knocked on his door as her own door closed behind her.

The peep hole darkened for a second, and then Will opened the door.

“Hey.” he managed before she put a hand on his chest and nudged him backward, following him over the threshold.

“”Because this.” Jeanine replied, putting her mouth on his and pushing her tongue inside.

Will was pushing her back, so she relented and pulled away.

“Wait, what? Because what? Is everything OK? Are you drunk?” he asked.

“Maybe.” Jeanine replied, cocking her hip and looking at him. “I didn’t come here to play 20 questions though.”

“It’s just, you mentioned you were seeing someone.” Will offered.

Jeanine moved toward him again, not stopping until her body pressed against his.

“I am, but he stood me up tonight, and you’re here. Do you really want to spend time talking about him?” she asked slyly.

Will laughed awkwardly. “I just want to make sure there are no regrets, Jeanie,” he said.

Jeanine noticed he didn’t move away from her this time, however.

“No regrets.” she whispered as she moved her mouth toward his.

The thing about fucking Will, Jeanine reflected later as he lay dozing next to her in his bed, was how completely fucked she felt afterwards. He was a generous lover, making sure she was taken care of, often several times, before finishing himself. Add the infrequency of their hook-ups, which served to ratchet up the anticipation during foreplay, and the sex with Will was in many ways the best she ever had.

They had managed to work their way through all positions, Jeanine cumming hard while riding his cock at first, then again as he fucked her from behind. She especially loved it like that with Will, the way his strong hands pulled her hips back on to his cock as he thrust forward, an audible slap as their bodies crashed together, the tip of his cock finding bottom inside her before he pulled back and readied for another thrust.

He’d pulled out after her orgasm, maneuvered her still quivering body so that she was flat on her back, then drew her legs over his shoulders and pushed inside her once again.

“Oh…ohhh fuck Will…fuck me…” she’d managed in a shaky voice.

“I’m close baby…where do you want it this time?” he’d asked, pushing his cock slowly to the hilt, then withdrawing at the same pace.

“Inside me…cum inside me Will. Fill me up with it…” she responded, lifting her hips and squeezing him inside.

Will picked up his pace, until Jeanine felt his heavy balls slapping against her tight ass as he sunk to the hilt.

Cum in me Will! Cum in me..oh! Cum in me cum in me!” she cried to him.

“Fuck Jeanie…fuck…uh…uhhhhh…uhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Will exclaimed, sinking all the way inside her one last time and then holding himself there.

Jeanine swore she could feel his hot cum spurting against her cervix, and the thought of it sent her over the edge one last time in a slow, convulsing orgasm of her own.

She smiled as she got herself up quietly, trying not to wake him, and slid her bare feet over the floor in search of her clothes in the dark. She was still a little buzzed, almost tipped forward while bending down to pick up her shorts, and stifled a giggle as she righted herself. She felt Will’s cum begin it’s slow trickle out of her, tickling her still wet pink lips as she stepped in and pulled up her shorts. She managed to find and tug on her tank top with no threat of falling on her face, and snuck quietly out of the room, across the apartment to the door.

She pulled the entry door closed behind her, then stepped across the hall and into her own place, not much noticing elevator ding below as she closed the door behind her. She shifted her shorts slightly as Will continued to drizzle out of her. She intended to sip on another Jack, and maybe put herself to sleep playing in the puddle they’d made.

A knock on the door startled her as she poured out her drink. She smiled, thinking perhaps it was Will coming back for another round.

Swirling the ice in her drink, she stepped to the door and looked through her peep hole, surprised to see Mark standing there.

Through the door she said “Mark? What are you doing here?” She continued to watch him through the lens, and noticed he looked annoyed at the question, which in turn annoyed her a little.

“Well hello to you too.” He responded, a smirk on his face.

Again through the door, she swallowed her frustration with him. “Sorry, hey. It’s late though, I thought you were playing basketball.”

“Are we going to talk through the door, Jeanine?” he asked.

Fair question, she thought.

Opening the door for him, she continued. “Sorry again, I was just about ready for bed, I didn’t expect you.”

“Well, I was texting you to see if it was OK, but you didn’t answer, so I figured I’d just swing by.” he said, noticing the drink in her hand.

“Oops!” Jeanine thought to herself, remembering that her phone was likely on the coffee table across the hall. Things had escalated quickly over there, and she didn’t quite remember where she’d put it. She certainly hadn’t heard it go off.

She sipped on her drink, eyeing him up. He looked good, as usual, and there was only one reason to swing by so late after playing ball. She was in no condition, however, and thought fast.

“Can I get you a beer or something? You can relax, and I could jump in the shower. I didn’t clean up after work, just kind of had a quiet night in.“ She lied.

He stepped in close and put his hands on her waist. Strong hands, she thought. She’d always liked his hands.

“You don’t need to clean up for me, you know I like you just how you are.” he murmured, kissing her lightly on her lips.

Those same lips had been wrapped around Will’s cock, and had Will’s tongue pushing inside them less than an hour ago, it occurred to her as Mark kissed her. The thought sent an unexpected jolt down her spine. And he was right, he always liked her just how she was. In fact, it seemed he enjoyed going down on her as much, if not more, when she hadn’t showered or cleaned up than he did when she was fresh from the shower. But this was different.

She pushed away slightly, stepping back and sipping her drink. “I really should clean up, babe, it was hot out today.” she tried lamely.

He stepped forward, pressing against her, and kissed her again, longer this time.

“What if I can’t wait, Jeanine? I’ve been thinking about you all night.” he said, kissing her, pushing his tongue between her lips.

Jeanine responded in kind, placing her drink on the side table and leaning in to the kiss while simultaneously thinking how glad she was that Will hadn’t cum in her mouth. She felt Mark’s hardness against her leg, and simultaneously felt Will’s cum slip down the inside of her thigh and around the back of her leg.

She managed to pull away slightly and guide their momentum out of the living room and toward the hall, aiming for the bedroom where she could at least turn out the lights. Letting the kiss linger as she slowly stepped backwards, she pulled away and pushed him ahead of her, guiding him toward the bedroom door.

“I knew you’d see it my way.” he said, pleased with himself, and she stayed close behind him. Entering the bedroom, she let him find the edge of the bed, turn, and sit before hitting the light switch, plunging the room into darkness. She started to remove her shorts, intending to rub away as much of Will as she could, but Mark’s hands found her hips in the dark, tugged her toward him, and spun her so that she flopped back on the mattress.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, and giggled. Mark was strong too, and despite the awkward circumstances, she was excited by his advances. She heard him pull his shirt over his head, then stand to kick off his shoes and step out of his pants. Taking advantage, she pressed her shorts into her slit, hoping to soak up some of the evidence.

Mark’s hand covered hers suddenly, however, as he lowered himself over her.

“Mmmm.” he murmured. “Someone’s already pretty wet. I can feel you through your shorts babe.”

Jeanine froze beneath him, trying to relax. If she could just convince him to fuck her immediately, she might avoid an even more awkward situation.

As he tugged off her shorts and kissed her torso where her tank top had ridden up, she pulled his cock free from his boxers and stroked it. Rock hard, pulsing, god, she loved the feel of it.

“Fuck me baby…I need it, right now.” She whispered, pulling him toward her.

He had other intentions however, continuing to kiss her tummy, slowly sliding lower and lower as her shorts cleared her ankles.

“You know what I want first, babe.” she heard him say as he moved lower. Part of her wanted to stop him, somehow. But she loved how he ate her pussy, and a small flame flickered excitedly at the thought of him doing it so soon after she’d been fucking Will. The same flurry of excitement that she felt when Mark had kissed her in the living room, his tongue moving over the place where Will’s cock had been not long before, hit her again, and she found herself spreading herself for him as his lips brushed over her hips. In another instant, his tongue was on her slit.

“Ohhhh, oh Mark, oh baby” she heard herself moan as his tongue parted her soft pink lips.

“Mmm…god you’re wet!” she heard him say excitedly from below.

Her hand found the back of his head, and she pushed him forward as her hips rose from the bed.

This excited him further, and he attacked her recently fucked pussy hungrily. She felt his tongue inside her, looked down to see his head moving quickly from side to side as his tongue lashed inside once, twice, three times. She imagined Will’s cum mixed with her own juices sliding out of her and into Mark’s mouth, and clamped her hand on to his head as she came on his face.

She felt him stiffen beneath her as she came, and then pull his head away from her, pressing against her hand as she tried to hold him in place against her.

“Oh god, he knows!” she thought, looking down to see his face twisted curiously, trying to see her slick pussy in the darkness.

Feeling her heart quicken in her chest, but also turned on by the prospect of Mark eating another guy’s cum from her, she decided to press on and act as if nothing were wrong.

“Don’t stop baby.” she murmured, coaxing his head forward again as she raised her hips toward him. He kept his mouth closed at first, and she thought it was over. But then his tongue, just the tip, lit on her swollen clit. She gasped, pressed her hips higher, rubbing it on his face.

“Eat me baby…you know I love it, eat my pussy.”

As if an invisible door had burst open, Mark attacked her slit with renewed passion. Jeanine felt his tongue slide inside her, felt his face press against her as he tried to bury it deeper. She thrust her hips in response, fucking his face as he lapped greedily at her.

“Oh…OH..OH! Mark, yes Mark, eat it! Lick it up baby, lick it all up!” she heard herself crying out as he continued his attack. She was cumming again, suddenly, quickly, and put her second hand on the back of his head, holding him against her as her body shook.

She was aware of him pulling away as the wave subsided.

“What the fuck, Jeanine?” she heard him say, not moving from between her legs.

She pretended not to hear him, pulled at his shoulders, sliding her body down as she did.

“Fuck me baby…fuck me now. I need that big cock.”

She was being manipulative, she knew, betting that he wouldn’t want to stop before he got what he came for. And he loved when she told him how big he was, despite her knowing otherwise.

He knew, though, and he also knew that she knew he did. But it worked, and she smiled to herself as he adjusted himself and pushed inside her. She could tell how soaked she was, and maybe even a little stretched from Will earlier. She wondered if Mark noticed, but that thought left her head as he began to thrust.

She looked up and saw that his eyes were squeezed tightly shut. He didn’t touch her with his hands, only braced them to either side of her as his cock sank to the hilt in her.

“Fuck me baby, give me that big, hard cock.” she told him, trying to push him over the line. She could feel his cock inside for sure, but she was largely spent after her busy evening.

Mark began to grunt, eyes still closed.

“That’s it baby, yes, fuck it. Fuck it!” she cried to him, and then all at once felt him erupt inside her.

“Ahhh! Ahh! Ahh” he called out as he pumped his cum into her, slowing as he finished. Then, uncharacteristically, he pulled out completely and rolled over to the side of her.

Jeanine let her hand slide over his leg, felt his body stiffen at her touch.

“Uh oh.” she thought, then said “Mmm…so good tonight baby.” before kissing his shoulder. He laid there still, breathing steadily, not saying a word or touching her.

She rolled to her side, not facing him, and gave a heavy sigh as if she were settling in to sleep. Her heart beat hard in her chest as she waited to see what he would do. She tried to steady her breathing, feigning sleep.

After a few minutes, he said “Jeanine?” She ignored him, trying to keep her breath steady.

She felt him slide out of the bed, was aware of him groping around for his clothes, then walking out of the bedroom. A few minutes later her door opened and closed. She sat up, waiting, listening, and heard the elevator start up.

“Phewwwwwwwww.” she sighed, falling back onto her pillows. Her heart was still beating heavily, but she couldn’t deny the small smile forming on her lips, or the sense of satisfaction she felt. She had time to recollect other adventurous nights where she’d enjoyed more than one lover, but decided that none had been more satisfying, none hotter, as she finally drifted off to sleep.

Saturday had been an early day for her since the time she’d been seeing Mark. He would either spend the night and get up early, or text her and wake her as he headed out for the gym, basketball, whatever. So Jeanine was a bit disoriented to wake with the sun obviously high in the late morning sky. She rolled over to check her phone, 10:30! And no missed texts or calls. Huh. Letting her head drop back on her pillow, the details of Friday night began to come back to her. She realized she was nude beneath the top sheet, and as she stirred, she felt a not unpleasant soreness between her legs.

Tying on a short robe, she got the coffee going and decided to see how Mark was feeling, and tapped out a quick text.

“Good morning handsome, sleeping in this morning?” she asked.

After a couple of minutes staring at her screen, she stood and poured some coffee. She could feel the after effects of last night’s fun with the slightest move of her legs, and enjoyed the light flutter in her stomach that accompanied them. Returning to the table, she saw the dancing dots in her text to Mark. They stopped, started, stopped. This went on for a few minutes.

“Uh oh, here it comes.” she thought.

After what seemed forever, his response finally appeared.

“Hey. Not sure what happened last night, but I am sure I don’t want to know. I don’t want to see you anymore, so please just leave me alone.”

“Well, there it is.” she thought.

It stung, which surprised her. She immediately started a reply, and was going with the tried and true denial, but stopped herself. The emotional response was probably natural, and she knew from experience she should step away from it. Feeling she needed to respond with something, she went with innocent neutral, leaving a crack in the door in case he changed his mind.

“K…sorry to hear that Mark. I’m around if you want to talk about it.”

She saw him start and stop a response again, and then nothing.

“Well! On with the day then!” she thought as she sipped her excellent coffee.

She’d already planned to see Jen for lunch, and had to laugh at how happy her friend was to hear about her and Mark hitting the rocks. Of course she left out the details, writing it off to the relationship having run its course and leaving Will’s return home entirely out of the story.

Jen had plans with some of her college girlfriends for dancing, and Jeanine decided to join them and put Mark out of her mind. Back home for the afternoon, she picked out an outfit and then settled back into bed for a nap. Her mind drifted again to the previous evening, and while she was still too sore to play, she allowed herself to relive the highlights. As she began to think about Mark’s arrival, and his insistence on going down on her, the butterflies in her stomach became almost unbearable.

She’d heard about cuckolding, both from dabbling on porn sites while she was single (well, USUALLY when she was single) and occasionally from a girlfriend who shared odd stories about their boyfriends asking them to cheat and tell them about it. But she’d never been into that particular porn genre, and her girlfriends always ran the other way whenever a guy suggested it. So, why was the memory of Mark’s tongue sliding into her freshly fucked pussy, recently filled with Will’s cum, making her so wet?

Whatever it was, it took the idea of a nap out of her head. As she thought about it, and let her fingertips glide ever so softly over her now slick slit, an idea formed in her head. Picking up her phone, she tapped out a message to Mark.

“Hi Mark, I know you said to leave you alone, but you left a few things here. Can you swing by tomorrow morning to pick them up?”

No response, and maybe he wouldn’t, but just in case, she set part two of the idea in motion.

“Hey Will! Hope you’re enjoying your day with your family. You mentioned you’re leaving Sunday, need a ride to the airport or anything else?”

Will responded almost immediately.

“Hey Jeanie. 🙂 I guess the time change caught up with me last night, sorry about that. And yea, headed out by 8:30 tomorrow, already have a car coming, but thanks for the offer! I’ll knock on the door to say bye before I head out.”

“No need to knock.” thought Jeanine, she’d be handling the goodbyes if things went her way.

Content that she had done what she could, she settled into a short nap, waking to her alarm just before 5. She was excited to go out with Jen, she hadn’t been dancing since getting serious with Mark, and was looking forward to letting loose a little. She jumped in the shower to start getting ready.

Checking her phone for the time after finishing her hair and makeup, she was pleasantly surprised to see a response, albeit a terse one, from Mark.

“Hey, I’ll come by before basketball tomorrow. If you won’t be up, just leave a bag by the door.”

“Still pissed.” she thought, and then “We’ll see how long that lasts tomorrow morning.”

The night flew by, and Jen couldn’t help commenting how happy Jeanine seemed. They had a great time pre-gaming together and grabbing a bite before Jen’s friends joined them. And while there was no shortage of guys looking for company throughout the night, Jeanine managed to keep her focus on Sunday and those butterflies that never quite stopped in her tummy.

Jeanine was home by midnight and relatively sober. She spent a restless night in bed, however, the combination of her earlier nap, high-energy dancing, and anticipating what was to come Sunday morning.

Her alarm woke her with a start at 7:30. Pleased that she had gotten at least some sleep, she got herself going. First, she went through her drawers and closet to collect a sweatshirt, some boxers and socks, and a couple of t-shirts Mark had left behind. Nothing really of value, and she would ordinarily have let him ask for them like she had with other boyfriends. But then again, none of her other boyfriends had eaten another guy’s cum out of her.

Next, to the bathroom, where she peed, brushed her teeth, and checked the mirror. Ugh, her eyes were puffy from the restless night. Oh well, nothing to do about that now. She finger combed her hair to a sexy tousled look, and lined her lips with a light pink lip gloss.

Back in the bedroom, she selected a loose fitting cropped tee that would show plenty of tummy, and a pair of loose fitting and short running shorts. Checking the time, 7:50, perfect, she headed barefoot for the door.

Across the hall, she knocked firmly on Will’s door. After a minute with no answer, she knocked again, and this time heard Will’s footsteps on the floor. The door opened after the peephole darkened briefly.

“Jeani, what’s up? I said I’d swing by on the way out.”

She stepped past him, letting her breasts brush his arm, and into his apartment.

“I know, Will, but I thought I’d come by for a proper send off.” she replied in her best flirty tone.

WIll looked her up and down.

“Jeezus Jeanie. I don’t have time for this.” Will said in an exasperated tone.

She smiled as she stepped toward him.

“It doesn’t need to be long, silly.” she replied.

She leaned in to kiss him, and he didn’t back away. Her hand drifted down over his firm stomach, open palmed, and rubbed the already stiffening bulge in his jeans. In a fluid motion, Jeanine dropped to her knees as her hands began working at his belt, button, and zipper. She was tugging his jeans down over his knees as her own knees hit the floor, and Will half stepped backward to brace himself on the front door.

His cock was semi-hard as she took it between her lips.

“Mmmm” she moaned, feeling his pulse as he inflated in her mouth.

She felt his hand on her head, pulling her toward him as he pushed his hips gently forward. She realized he may be thinking his proper goodbye would end quickly here, but that wouldn’t do with Mark due to stop by shortly.

Once she was sure he was fully rigid, she reluctantly released him and stood to kiss him. He began to guide her back toward the couch, but she put her palm on his chest and instead stepped around him. Putting her palms on the front door, she pushed her ass toward him.

“Right here, Will, like this. You’re in a hurry, after all.”

“Jeezus Jeanie.” he said for a second time that morning, this time pushing her shorts down over her hips as he said it.

They pooled around her ankles as she got up on her toes to take him, and she cried out as he plunged himself inside her all at once. Putting her mouth on her forearm in case anyone happened to be in the hall, she stifled the sharp sounds that came involuntarily from her throat as each thrust found home.

One of Will’s strong hands was on her left hip, the other on her right shoulder, holding her in place as his hips pistoned back and forth, her pussy making wet squelching noises around his thick shaft.

Matching his thrusts with opposite hip thrusts of her own, Jeanine turned her head slightly to ensure he knew what she wanted.

“Gimme your cum, Will, give it to me, fill me up with it.”

He only grunted in response behind her, but his thrusts quickened as she continued to coax him on. Her body stiffened as she thought of what was still to come that morning, and she cried out one last time as her orgasm took her.

Will was close behind, burying his cock to the hilt with his next thrust and grunting loudly as he pressed his body against her, holding them both tight against the door. She felt his pulsing cock as it pumped his thick white load inside of her.

They stood breathless for a minute, Jeaniine appreciating the cool steel door as sweat trickled down her neck. She straightened as Will pulled away, then turned and leaned back against the door, careful not to tangle her feet in her shorts.

“Jeezus Jeanie.” Will managed again as he caught his breath, tugging his jeans up.

“You said that already.” she said, laughing a little at how disheveled he suddenly looked.

He picked up his phone and checked the time.

“How’d we do?” she asked.

“7:58, I’m gonna have to get moving.”

She bent at the waist, pulled her shorts up and felt his cum begin to seep out of her slit.

“Told you it wouldn’t take long.” she said with a smile.

She stepped forward to kiss him, hands on his chest, and he kissed her back.

“Now you can sleep on the plane! And, no need to stop by on your way out, so in a way I saved you some time.” she said playfully.

“You’re crazy,” he replied.

He looked uncertain what to do next, so Jeanine made it easy for him.

“See you when you get back, and you BETTER let me know ahead of time next time.”

She turned toward the door as he replied.

“You bet. It was great seeing you Jeanie.”

Opening his door, she turned back and replied “It was, wasn’t it?”

And then she was across the hall and back in her apartment. Now, to see if Mark would show.

She went to her room, collected his bag, and placed it in the living on the floor near the couch. Next, she went to the kitchen to start coffee. Whether he showed or not, she was going to need some coffee. The knock on the door startled her as she hit the start button on the coffee maker.

Glancing at the clock on the microwave, she saw it was too early to be Will on his way out. Her stomach flip flopped as she went to the door and saw Mark standing in the hall.

She opened the door a crack and let it stand there, retreating across the living room to perch herself on the arm of the couch, his bag just to her right near her feet. After a moment, Mark pushed the door open and stepped in. He took her in, cropped tee, short shorts, legs slightly parted as she leaned back.

“Hey Mark, c’mon in.” she coaxed.

“What are you doing, Jeanine?”

She ignored him.

“Why don’t you close the door?” It wasn’t really a question, though, more of a command.

“Is that my stuff? I need to go, I’m gonna be late.”

Jeanine smiled, leaned back so that her butt was fully on the sofa arm, and put one foot up on the nearby coffee table, allowing her legs to part a little more. She could feel where Will’s cum had continued to drain from her, and shivered slightly as the warm fluid cooled on her thigh.

“Why don’t you come and get your stuff, Mark?” she asked coyly.

He just stood there, staring at her. She could see his eyes flick lower to her legs, then back up. She dared a glance down, could see the dark patch on her shorts between her legs, and a thin rivulet of cum that must have escaped as she’d stood and made coffee. When she looked back up, she caught Mark looking there as well.

“What are you doing?” he asked again.

“I think you know what I’m doing, Mark. The question is what are you going to do?”

He stood unmoving across the room, but his basketball shorts gave his thoughts away.

“Mark, close the door.” she said again.

He reached back and pushed the door closed without looking.

“Good. Now, come over and get your stuff. All of it.” she said, smiling as she held his gaze.

Still, he didn’t move.

“Mark. We both know what you want to do. I want it to. There’s nothing wrong with wanting it.”

He shook his head, wordlessly.

“C’mon Mark. It can be our little secret.” she whispered.

That seemed to break the dam. He started across the room so suddenly that she at first thought he might attack her. But he dropped to his knees before her as he got close, and in a moment her shorts were again around her ankles and his head was between her legs.

He moaned urgently, hungrily, as he pushed his tongue inside her.

“Mmmm, uhhh, mmmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm” was all she heard from below.

His tongue snaked inside her, drawing the slutty mixture of Will’s cum and her own juices in to his mouth, then covered her slit before slurping it in.