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You thought it would be just another weekend away with your girlfriend, but she had other plans. The moment you checked into the hotel, she was already texting him, the man she knew would make you squirm.
An hour later, you sat nervously on the chair in the corner while she opened the door to let him in. He walked in confidently, tall, broad, the kind of man who made you feel small without saying a word.
Your girlfriend didn’t even hide it. She hugged him tight, pressing her chest against him while locking eyes with you, smirking. “Baby, I hope you don’t mind,” she teased, kissing him on the lips right there.
Your stomach twisted, your cock hardening in guilt and shame. You wanted to look away, but the sight of her in that short dress, her hands roaming his chest, was too much.
They didn’t waste time. Clothes started peeling off, giggles and kisses echoing through the room. She pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him, moaning softly, deliberately louder than usual making sure you heard every sound.
“God, he’s so much bigger than you,” she gasped, looking at you with wicked delight. Her words burned, but your hand was already stroking yourself through your pants, helpless.
The bed rocked, her moans grew louder, his groans filled the room. She kept glancing at you between thrusts, her lips curling into that cruel smile that made you both hate and adore her. “Don’t you dare touch me later… after I’ve had this,” she said breathlessly, riding him harder.
And you just sat there…watching, aching, leaking, while she got exactly what she wanted.