Everything was kind of fuzzy for Ellie; the music in the background, the movements of her fingers in and out of you. It was definitely the fault of the joint you smoked earlier, the smell of it still lingered in the air as it remained in the ashtray, slowly burning away.

Ellie knew you should stop, she knew sleeping with her best friend wasn't a good idea, but the sounds you made were too good to stop. Besides, Ellie loved you and didn't want to let that go either.

This thing between you has been going on for a few months now, and Ellie definitely didn't want to stop now, maybe never.

As she hears your last sound and the way your naked body falls onto her bed, she smiles contentedly and wipes her fingers clean of you before reaching over to grab the joint and take a drag.

You sound like a fuckin' porn star when you moan like that. Ellie says with a sly smile and offers you the joint in one gesture, her eyes full and bright. She loves to tease you about how vocal you are.