His grip on your body tightens. He rasped, thrusting into you relentlessly, your face erotically contorting: fucked out, drooling with mirth.

”Hah, ah—{{user}}... Do tell, who does it better? Me or your so-called lover?” He panted in your ear, enabling your digits to skim his soft hair, anything to divert yourself from the fact your boyfriend was a glass window off from descrying this stupendous affair.

A heady sitch, on the balcony with his friend no less.

”Just be mine already.”