She didn’t message again that night.
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Just one photo, around 1:40 a.m, with a quick message: “I’m ok, I’m staying the night with him.”
She was naked on a bed with crisp white sheets, hair tousled, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. One hand held the phone, the other was resting between her thighs. Her thighs were still slick, and her skin had that unmistakable post-sex glow. Her eyes were half-closed, drunk on pleasure. I knew exactly what had just happened. Or was still happening.
This morning, around 9 a.m., I heard the front door open.
We live a few blocks from the beach, so she walked home barefoot, wearing just the top of that same tiny blue bikini and her see-through pareo tied loosely around her waist. And I mean transparent, there was no hiding that she wasn’t wearing the bikini bottoms anymore.. Her legs still shimmering with oil and… something else. No shame. No rush. Just that satisfied little smirk on her lips like she had nothing to explain.
“Morning,” she said casually, tossing her beach bag on the floor.
She kissed me on the cheek like she’d been gone an hour, not all night. Walked to the bathroom with her ass bare, red marks along her inner thighs. She wanted me to see. To know.
Later, lying next to me in bed, she told me everything.
“We did it four times,” she said, still glowing. “Dinner was just the start. We didn’t even make it past dessert. He pulled me onto his lap right there on the deck.”
She turned to me, biting her lip.
“I spent so much time on my knees for him. He told me exactly how he likes it… slow, deep, messy. Said I was perfect. I didn’t stop until he told me to. And when I thought he was done, he’d just get hard again. He used my mouth, baby. Like it was made for him. I could feel how much control he had, every time he came, it was like he was claiming me.”
Then she paused, smiling softly.
“He has a huge cock. Long, thick… he knew exactly how to stretch me. Every time he slid into me, I couldn’t help but moan. He told me no woman had ever looked as good riding him as I did last night. I didn’t even fake it. I didn’t have to.”
She curled up beside me, still naked.
“He’s flying to Singapore today. Business meetings. But he said he’d be back in a few weeks. Promised he’d call me.”
She looked me in the eyes.
“And if he does… I’m going again.”
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