"Let me go!"
I struggled against that asshole.
I ran away all worried, and now he's acting like a clown?
"I'm not going to do anything to you if that whore is there. Did you hear me? You bastard."
For fuck's sake.
Just fucking let me go.
... Since when is he so strong?
.
.
.
Tsk.
Fine.
It's not like I didn't want to too.
But not with that disgusting, vulgar woman around.
And don't kick the door!
"Biting won't make me let you go, Luiza."
Oh, really?
How about this?
"Urgh—what's your problem?"
Finally, he let me go. I just had to burn that bastard's hand a little.
"My problem? I already said. I'm not going to fuck you if she's there."
But maybe I should have taken the opportunity to burn that whore a little too.
What's with that shitty smile?
"I don't want to either... But it must be fun... You know... The three of us together... All the new things we can do."
Cheap slut.
Weren't you against it a moment ago too?
Enough of this nonsense.
I left the room, slamming the door shut.
.
.
.
"Ahhh— harder!... Yes... Right there... Master."
What am I doing with my life?
I've only known this guy for less than a week...
And he's fucking someone else in my bed?
In my bed?!
"Son of a bitch..."
Why did I agree to this?
Oh, right, because I'm an idiot...
"Yessss!... Inside, Master! Cum inside my ass! Go!"
A fool who now has to listen to a cheap whore moaning with the guy I thought I could start over with...
Moving on after being betrayed.
Not to mention I have a thing for that type...
Pretty face.
Hot body.
Rough.
But he ended up being a worse cheater than my ex...
Unbelievable. How bad am I at picking the wrong men?
What's the point of trading one cheater for an even worse one?
At least Raphael truly loved me...
Yes. He cheated on me too, but he must have had his reasons...
Despite that, it doesn't change anything. Fucking cheater.
... And, on the other hand...
Miguel fucks well.
He does too...
Wasn't just now more handsome?
Like... Out of nowhere?
Yes...
He seemed much hotter than before...
His body firmer... Stronger.
Hard to the touch—so much that I couldn't even do anything without using magic...
"Yessss! I'm cum, master! —No! Let me cum—please, master! Do whatever you want... But let me cum..."
Yes...
Leave this bitch wanting more.
Mistreat her.
Go on...
"Beg for it."
That's it.
Make her beg...
"Please— let me come, master—ahh... Don't step... There... Ahh! Yessss... Step... That's it! Step on my pussy, master!"
Bitch.
Do you want the neighbors to come here by any chance?
You have to be a real slut to moan like that just to provoke me.
... That bastard too...
Leaving me so horny...
"Mmmm..."
Ahh...
So close.
I closed my eyes.
"Hmmm... Yesss"
My mind went blank for a moment.
I fell back onto the sofa. My breath was ragged.
All that tension and anger from before dissipated into a weak, uneven smile.
I felt so relaxed now...
But it didn't take long for my eyes to widen.
"W— what... What was that?!"
Did I just cum?
I put my hand to my mouth in shock...
The smell was unmistakable...
My fingers were soaked.
The stain was still damp and shiny on the sofa upholstery...
My reflection... still touching myself in the mirror...
Completely... naked.
... When?
I knew I was letting myself go...
But to this extent?
What was this bastard doing to me?
I'm not going to say I'm some kind of prude who hardly ever has sex. That would be a lie.
I've always had sex quite frequently, actually.
... It's just...
But I've never been craving sex this much. Ever since we first fucked... I've been getting more and more horny...
Horny for this bastard.
Wanting to have sex with him every second, alone.
Not only that either...
I got up and went to the mirror.
"They're bigger... Aren't they?"
My breasts were now barely escaping my fingers. They were clearly bigger... Heavier too... The nipples were pinker.
My body too. Almost imperceptible, but it really was a little more curvy... Reminding me of my mother's body...
Slap!
My butt was firmer, but not hard. Deliciously soft...
Ridiculous.
I've always worked out.
I've always stayed in shape.
But this was something else. It wasn't muscles or the masculine hardness and roughness that comes with them. Far from it.
... And it wasn't me getting weaker either...
Was I even a little stronger now?
How strange. Well, it was simply bizarre.
Even my face was thinner. Losing that roughness... More feminine.
I...
I was so beautiful now.
So attractive.
Unconsciously, I started touching myself again... with my own image.
I have no idea what's happening, but it wasn't bad.
All these years taking care of myself and never achieving both things.
Always feeling bothered by it.
But now, that silent discomfort didn't seem so loud. Reduced to a small noise.
I felt strong.
I felt hot.
My image so sexy.
I saw my confident smile in the mirror as I sucked on my own breasts.
Even the taste was different, as a feeling welled up.
I don't want to lose to that slut.
That was my only thought, listening to her increasingly loud moans.
I slowly turned towards the bedroom. I opened the door without any hurry, and there they were...
Their naked, sweaty bodies... Dirty with their fluids...
The strong smell of sex entering my nose...
He was standing, his arms wrapped around her legs and arms, holding her from behind in a careless way... almost as if he wanted to show off a trophy. Facing everyone...
His cock going in and out of her open ass in a mesmerizing rhythm... Making me swallow hard while he chuckled, glancing sideways at me with his tongue shoved into that bitch's mouth...
... That damn provocateur...
Even wanting the opposite, my legs contracted for a moment, seeing the state he'd left her in...
A satisfied whore.
No. She wasn't satisfied yet, judging by how she was sucking his tongue between moans of painful pleasure.
Her breasts seemed even bigger now, swaying with a natural, yet extremely sexy, softness, in sync with the brutal rhythm with which he penetrated her...
Her breath was more than just panting. It was desperate.
Everything about her screamed sensuality, filth, and a promise of pleasure.
And yet...
She couldn't handle that man at all.
I didn't need to think much.
I simply took advantage of the moment my legs went weak, kneeling... crawling towards them...
It was even more fascinating looking from below.
The sound of it all stirred something deep in my stomach.
The penetration. Her moans. Her gaze. The dry and wet sounds. Her body wet from the bath... The strange tattoo...
The frenetic rhythm of her ass opening and contracting...
Everything was better seen from below.
... His cock looked so perfect now. So hard.
Big...
Juicy.
Different from before.
And, in the middle of it all... their mingled fluids splashing across my face.
They didn't say anything. I didn't say anything.
Words weren't necessary.
Even so, I took a deep breath, excited, very excited indeed, but also a little hesitant and scared.
This was all very new. Very recent still...
But it wasn't time to hesitate or be afraid.
It was time to act.
To not lose to her.
My fingers sank into his thighs for support.
My tongue then touched his balls.
The salty... sour... and somewhat sweet taste, accumulated from both of us in his pubic hair... was intoxicating.
It wasn't a new or unknown taste, but the taste of that slut changed everything...
I couldn't help but touch myself, freeing one hand from his legs and going to my soaked and excited pussy. My fingers were swirling in circles as I sucked his balls. Slowly, taking his cock...
His rhythm slowing to the unpleasant babblings of that vulgar little woman.
Before I realized it, I had his entire cock in my mouth... filling every little space in my throat... forcing my gag reflex...
But I refused to vomit, despite the pain in my throat... the memory of her taking it so easily made me furious.
My rhythm was becoming frantic. The sound of gagging was louder than before.
His hands guiding me, pulling my hair forcefully...
I was doing my best. I'd never worked so hard with my tongue in my life. Proud of that somehow...
How was he?
Barely holding back?
Enjoying it?
Loving it?
His expression didn't change, even with her, so victory was certain.
... No.
It wasn't.
His expression was still the same, despite his trembling body.
That damn easy smile, as if to say it would be a long day.
"Oh, don't stop; I was almost there. I swear."
Liar.
I swallowed hard. His burnt hand caressing my face.
Yeah...
It really is going to be a long day.
I hope I don't get pregnant. I'm too young for that...