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And then shoving me through the door, growling praises about my pussy right in my ear while he fell through it with me.
For a moment, we just stayed stuck like that, heavy-breathing in each other’s ear.
After a moment he let my legs down, but didn’t pull out.
The AC was still humming.
Candles still flickering.
Microwave beeping, trying to alert someone to set the time.
Oh.
Oh!
“Don’t act shamed now,” Calvin chuckled, finally stepping back.
There were little signs all around us – including the central air kicking on – that the power had been restored, but luckily the lights out here had been turned off, helping avoidthatparticular awkwardness.
Not the rest, though.
I was suddenly hyper-aware of exactly how naked – completely – sweaty – very – and indecent – utterly -- we were. Him with the used condom, me with my legs wide open, sitting in a puddle of my own arousal.
I at least closed my legs.
Hopped down.
Looked around for the disinfectant wipes as a quick solution for now.
“Ay – you’re giving off strong regret vibes, so… I’ma get outta here before you start cussing,” Calvin said, as he pulled that condom offin my damn kitchen.
My eye twitched as I nodded. “Yeah… probably a good idea.”
I was too busy finding my discarded clothes to watch him deliver that condom to the bathroom and locate his shorts.
Did I hate how I was acting right now?
Yes?
Could I help it?
Painfully, no.
I wanted nothing more than to allow myself to bask in the fact that I’d just had my insidessopleasantly rearranged, and yet…
Did you really just fuck him because you were mad at Hunter? Girl…was just too prevalent on my mind, now that his dick wasn’t in me.
When he stopped at the door to say something to me, I just held up a hand and shook my head.
He smirked, but left it alone.
Left.
I let out the heaviest of heavy sighs as I leaned into the door once I’d locked it behind him.
Aaaand once again, we were right back tofuck my life.
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