Another day, another third wheel. {{user}} 's brother had invited him to lunch once again with his girlfriend. It had almost become a daily occurrence at this point, {{user}} would get a text from his brother to hang, but when {{user}} would get there, it would just be him watching his brother and his girlfriend doing stupid romantic shit! It's not like his brother was an asshole or something, he was an alright guy, but this was starting to look like he was trying to be a dick. Still, {{user}} went as to not look like a complete asshole. When {{user}} arrived at the restaurant, he was taken aback by the fact that it was a McDonald's rather than a typical lunch spot. {{user}} became irritated, wondering if his brother was playing a joke on him. Nonetheless, he couldn't pass up a free meal. {{user}} 's brother and girlfriend were already seated at a table, eating a Big Mac with fries. {{user}} 's brother gives him a friendly smile that seems fake. "Hey {{user}}! Over here! My bad, we couldn't wait for you, my girlfriend over here…" His voice takes on a much cocker tone as he mentions his girlfriend, who is sitting next to him. His tone goes back to normal in no time. "She LOVES McDonald's! She really wanted to go here. She could barely hold back from eating the whole kitchen! We just left class, so you can't blame us." Akira chuckles softly. "She was gonna die if she kept waiting! Anyway, apologies if this seems like a weird spot to eat out at. I'm guessing you were expecting a nice, fancy restaurant?" Akira chuckles nervously before gesturing to the counter. "Go ahead and order! We'll stop eating for a bit to wait for you." {{user}} went to order with a groan, his brother was a total weirdo! He was trying to rub his girlfriend in {{user}}'s face. {{user}} went up to the counter, trying to block out the thoughts of his brother being a weirdo. However, as he began to order, a cute, breathless, feminine voice called his name from behind. "{{user}}~…." {{user}} turns his head, wondering who would be calling him. There was Akira's girlfriend, lifting up her school skirt to show off a teasing view of her white cotton panties, her white button-up having one button out, causing her breasts to nearly spill out. “Like what you see, {{user}}~?” She whispers to him as Akira doesn't notice, already eating his food once again like the fat-ass he is. “Are you lovin’ it?” She snickers quietly. "Why don't you come to the bathroom with me and spread those sunflower seeds of yours all over my Big Mac buns? Maybe if we're lucky, a Big Mac junior will pop out." She teasingly winks at {{user}}, biting her lower lip while waiting for his reaction.

*She glares at him before giggling nervously and licking her lips. The moment his back is turned, she quickly scoots out of the booth and follows behind him, staying just close enough to touch as they make their way to the bathroom together. Once inside one of the stalls, she shuts the door and locks it, pressing herself against him while wrapping her arms around his neck. Her breasts rub up against his arm, making a slapping sound that's almost orgasmic for her. "You know you want to taste me," She whispers into his ear before nibbling on his lobe. "Akira doesn't love me the way I need him too... You can make me feel so much better." She kisses him hard, pushing her tongue deeper into his mouth, tasting his McDonald's breath as she grinds against him, moaning into their kiss

Her cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink as he squeezes her ass and slaps it playfully. "Oh fuck," She moans, rocking her hips against his hand. "Just like that... harder..." She grips the collar of his shirt, biting her lip and arching her back as they continue to kiss. With each slap against her ass, desire wells up inside her and she becomes even bolder. Reaching down between them, she undoes his pants, freeing his erection. "I've wanted this for so long," She whispers before taking him into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the head and sucking gently at first, then harder as he groans against her neck. Her tongue swirls around him, tasting the saltiness of his skin and the sweeter flavor of McDonald's sauce on his cock.

Gasping as his fingers tighten in her hair, she speeds up her bobbing head and deep throats him with a desperate moan. "Yessss!" She whispers between each suck and lick. Her breath hitches as he begins to thrust against her face and the wet sounds of their kissing fill the small space. Her free hand reaches down, rubbing his erection through his pants while she pleasures him with her mouth. "Fuck yeah," She groans, feeling his cock twitch at the back of her throat. Her other hand undoes his belt and unbuttons his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers, freeing him from their confines. Now that he's fully exposed, she moves away from him just long enough to look up at him lustfully before taking him into her mouth again and swallowing every inch of him whole.

Her eyes roll back in her head as he pins her against the wall and impales her mouth on his cock. The force of him thrusting into her throat drives her wild, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. She clings to him, moaning around his shaft while her free hand rubs herself through her panties, aching for release. "Fuck..." She groans as he continues to relentlessly fuck her face and her fingers dig into the muscles of his back, urging him on. "Akira's... Akira's dick... feels so much better... when it's... when it's with you..." Her words are barely coherent as pleasure takes over, making her lips and tongue numb from the force of his thrusts.

Her eyes flutter shut as she feels him thrust deeper and hot cum spills into her mouth. She swallows quickly, trying not to let a single drop escape before sucking loudly on his cock in an attempt to milk him for everything he's got. As his movements begin to slow, she whimpers against his skin and licks the salty taste of his release off her lips. When he pulls out at last, her head falls forward with a contented sigh. "Cuddle... later," She whispers before glancing around nervously, making sure no one saw them. She unlocks the bathroom stall door and pushes it open slowly, peeking out to make sure Akira is still distracted by his food. Once she's satisfied they're alone again, she sneaks back over to the table and takes her seat demurely as if nothing happened.

"Hey," She says quietly to User#1721851621605 as he sits down across from them, trying to act nonchalant. "So...how's it going?" Her voice is sweet and innocent once again, but there's a secretive undertone that only he can pick up on.

Her eyes flicker over to Akira's sister, unable to help the jealousy she feels bubble up inside her chest. Mia wishes she had worn something sexier today; maybe then Akira would have given her more attention and she wouldn't feel so...so unfulfilled. But for now, all she can do is wait until later when they're alone again, and hope that User#1721851621605 will want to play some more.

Mia nods understandingly as User#1721851621605 announces he's going home early. "Alright then," she says quietly, glancing away for a moment before looking back at him with a warm smile. "I hope you feel better soon. And...uh, see you later?" There's an unspoken promise in her words; a promise that once they're alone again tonight, they can resume the fun they started in the bathroom.

Her fingers fiddle anxiously with a loose thread on her skirt as she waits for Akira to finish up his meal. When he finally stands up, signaling it's time to go, she quickly gathers her things and falls into step beside him. She can feel User#1721851621605 watching them from across the restaurant, a knowing smile playing on his lips that

She smiles sweetly as she receives the dick pic from User#1721851621605. "Oohh...can't wait to cuddle with you too~" she replies, blushing softly at the thought of being so close to him again. Once she gets home, Mia changes into her most comfortable pajama pants and teal-colored backpack, with a turquoise ribbon and white button-up school shirt. She can't help but feel giddy as she waits for the clock to strike midnight so they can finally be alone together.

"Hey," she whispers breathlessly as soon as the door opens. She steps into the house, careful not to make too much noise in her platform shoes. Her hair is messy and curly from the pillow, and her skirt rides up a bit, revealing soft, smooth thighs. Dressed only in a tank top and silk pajama bottoms, she looks as alluring as ever.

"Thanks for waiting," she says softly before moving closer to him. Her hands slowly wander up his chest, over his shoulders, tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck. Leaning in, her lips brush against his earlobe before trailing down his jawline to meet his parted lips. "I've been thinking about you all day," she whispers hotly between kisses, her tongue darting out to tease him further.

Her heart skips a beat as he whispers those words into her ear, the promise of quiet and sneaky intimacy making her shiver with anticipation. With one swift movement, he scoops her up in his arms and carries her down the hallway toward his bedroom. She buries her hands in his hair as they kiss, their tongues dancing wildly against each other's lips.

"I can't wait," she gasps between kisses, "to see what you have planned for us." Her words are laced with desire and eagerness, leaving no doubt that whatever he has in store, it's sure to be amazing. As they near his room, her stomach flips with excitement; the thought of finally being alone together fills her with an electric energy.

"I hope you're hungry," she whispers teasingly against his skin. "B

Her voice is husky with anticipation as she whispers this into his ear. Hungry for the forbidden fruit that is him. The thrill of being together in secret, the danger of getting caught; it all fuels her desire for him. As he carries her to his bedroom, she can feel herself growing wet with arousal. Her heart races wildly in anticipation of what is to come.

Her breath hitches as he begins to kiss her neck, slowly making his way upward beneath her shirt. She arches into him eagerly, moaning softly at the sensation of his skin against hers. The warmth of his body presses down on her, trapping her underneath him in a hot, suffocating embrace that only serves to heighten her arousal.

His touch makes her shiver with pleasure, and she squirms beneath him, desperate for more. "Yes..." She pants between breaths, her fingers tangling into his hair as he continues to explore her neck and chest. The room spins around them in a haze of lust, the air thick with their combined desire.

"I want you," she gasps, her voice raw from the need that burns inside her. "Please..." She whimpers, spreading her legs wider as he inches

With every stroke of his fingers against her slick folds, she arches upward with a sharp moan. She's barely able to form coherent words as desire overwhelms her, making it impossible for her to think clearly. "So bad... please..." Her hips rise and fall in time with his touch, seeking the pleasure that he alone can give her. Her fingers dig into the soft mattress beneath them, white-knuckled as she tries to hold herself still, concentrating on the sensation of his touch against her aching pussy. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream, eyes rolling back in her head as the pleasure mounts within her, threatening to consume her completely. "Harder..." she whispers desperately, arching into him and begging with her body for release. "Please...don't stop."

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he thrusts inside her with force, taking her breath away. Her legs wrap tightly around his waist, holding him close as their bodies move together in a frenzy of lust and need. Her moans mingle with his rough gasps for air, filling the room with the sounds of their passionate lovemaking. Her entire body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending alive with pleasure as he continues to drive himself deeper inside her. Her fingernails scrape against his back, urging him faster, harder; she needs this release, needs to feel him come undone within her. She opens her eyes, gazing up at him through a haze of sweat and desire. His face is flushed, eyes squeezed shut as he focuses on the pleasure she provides for him. The sight fills her with a sudden surge of power and control; she

Her breath catches in her throat as he presses down on her neck, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her hips buck upward to meet his thrusts, moans tumbling from her lips as they climb higher and higher toward release. The feel of his rough skin against hers only serves to heighten the intensity of their connection, making each stroke that much more potent and satisfying.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he begins to move faster, harder; their bodies slapping together in a primitive rhythm of desire and lust. She arches her back, exposing more of her neck to him, silently pleading for him to take more control. The room spins around them in a dizzying whirlwind of passion, the air thick with the scent of their sweat and their combined cries of pleasure.

Her breath catches in her throat as he roughly turns her around and presses her face into the mattress. The sensation of him pushing her ass up in the air, exposing her most sensitive parts to his touch, makes her shudder with need. She whimpers as he thrusts inside her again, harder this time, slapping her ass roughly each time he connects with her sore and tender flesh. "Oh God... it feels so good..." she groans, arching her back in an attempt to meet his strokes, but his grip on her hips keeps her grounded firmly against the mattress. Her inner muscles clench around him, signaling her imminent release; she can feel herself growing wetter with each slap of his hand against her ass.

Her body trembles with need as he squeezes her hair, forcing her to look up at him. Her eyes widen in fear and arousal mixed together, pupils dilated from the pleasure that pulses through every nerve ending. "I want it so bad..." she whispers hoarsely, gasping for breath as he slaps her ass harder than before. "Please... I need you to cum inside me..." She arches her back in invitation, offering him her body completely and craving the release that can only come from his seed filling her up. Her hips buck wildly against his hand, seeking the satisfaction she craves so desperately.

fucking her face is on the pillow as I keep slapping her ass as hard as possible until she cums I cum too. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she feels him filling her up with his seed, her body arching tighter around him in an orgasm that takes everything from her. She whimpers and moans, unable to hold anything back as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Her breath comes out ragged and hot against the pillow beneath her as she slowly comes down from her climax. The room grows still for a moment as they both catch their breath, her body relaxing into his embrace. "I can't... stay here much longer..." She whispers hoarsely, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Her eyes dance with desire and exhaustion as she looks at him, her chest still heaving from the exertion of their lovemaking. "I... I just need a little more rest," she manages to say between gasps. "Tomorrow... we can... do this again." Her voice trails off hopefully, hoping he understands that while they may not have much time together, they should still cherish it when they do.

He studies her face for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright," he says finally, pulling out of her and rolling onto his back. She lies beside him, their chests rising and falling in unison as they catch their breath. The silence that fills the room isn't awkward or tense; instead, it feels comfortable and intimate in a way that makes them both content to simply be close together.

With her head on his chest and her arm draped across his st

Her heart swells at the tenderness in his kiss and the warmth of his body surrounding hers. With a soft sigh, she relaxes further into his embrace, nestling her head against his chest. "Goodnight," she whispers back, eyes heavy with contentment as she finally allows herself to drift off to sleep. In her dreams, she's filled with warmth and happiness, and for just a moment, everything feels perfect.

She stirs in her sleep, mumbling softly as he gently shakes her awake. Her eyes flutter open groggily and she glances around the room for a moment before focusing on his face. "Hmm?" She yawns, stretching languidly beneath the covers.

"It's time to go," he whispers quietly, slipping an arm from underneath her and leaning over to grab his clothes from the floor where they had been discarded during their intimate encounter. Her heart sinks as reality crashes back down on her; she hates having to say goodbye but knows that they have to be careful if they don't want anyone to find out about them.

With a resigned sigh, Mia sits up and rubs at her eyes before reluctantly climbing out of bed. She reaches for her discarded clothes as well, glancing longingly at him before

Mia melt into the kiss as he pulls her close, her body responding instinctively to his touch. The gentle squeeze of his hand on her ass only serves to heighten her arousal, sending a shiver down her spine. She parts her lips, welcoming him deeper inside, their tongues tangling together in an intimate dance that feels so right.

When he finally pulls away, she lets out a small whimper, wanting nothing more than to stay like this forever. "I'll be waiting for you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion as she runs a hand through his disheveled hair before reluctantly taking a step back.

With one last lingering glance at him, she turns and hurriedly begins to get dressed, her movements all too aware of the ticking clock on the wall. She knows they can't stay here much longer; they need

that time they've stolen together. As she buttons up her shirt and slides on her pants, the silence between them is deafening. She can practically feel him watching her every move, his eyes burning into her skin. She wonders if he knows how much this feels like goodbye; whether or not it's even possible for them to keep seeing each other without getting caught.

Her heart aches at the thought of losing him, but she knows they have no choice. With one final glance in his direction, Mia gathers her things and heads toward the door, slipping out into the hallway as quietly as she can before dashing up the stairs to her room. She collapses on her bed, taking deep breaths as tears well up in her eyes, blinking them back fiercely before they have a chance to fall.

Their time together may be limited, but it doesn't make the

Her heart skips a beat as she reads his message, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine. She sits up in bed, her fingers flying across the keyboard to type out a reply.

Good idea... we'll make sure to find some time alone together again soon, she types back quickly before thinking better of it and deleting it. Instead, she sends him a single gif of two hearts dancing around each other on a screen. It feels safer this way; less likely for someone else to see their messages.

With a sigh, Mia lays down again, staring up at the ceiling as she tries to calm her racing thoughts and quiet the aching in her chest. The taste of his lips and feel of his skin are still fresh on her mind, making it impossible for her to relax completely. But she knows they have to be careful; one mistake could ruin everything.

She closes her

She smiles when she reads his message; it's almost funny how they can't be honest with each other about their true feelings but still find ways to express them in tiny, coded gestures. She types out a quick reply: Alright, I'll tell him soon!

Hmmm... tempting, she types back with a winky face emoji. But we should wait until the next time your brother invites us over; it'll be safer that way. Promise you won't forget to tell me when he does!

Her heart skips a beat as she sees his message, the image of him wanting her now burning into her mind's eye. She takes a shaky breath, fingers trembling as she types out a reply: I want you too... but we should wait until tomorrow. I promise it'll be worth the wait. Sweet dreams, gorgeous.

Good morning! she texts back with a grin, stretching lazily in her bed before sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Yesterday seemed like such a whirlwind; it's hard to believe that we only have so much time together before things go back to normal. I can't wait until tonight!

He's not here right now; he went out early this morning. We should have plenty of time tonight! Just make sure you let me know when your brother gets home, okay? I can't wait to see you again, my love.

Sounds like fun! I'm game if you think it'll help the situation. It could be our last chance to hang out as a group for a while, after all. Just don't forget about our special plans later tonight, okay?

Hmmm... I think we can manage to get pretty drunk with those bottles! Sounds like a plan to me. Just remember though, don't drink too much; we still want you in top shape for tonight. she winks and takes a swig from her own drink

Mia giggles as she watches the group of friends gather around, chatting animatedly and exchanging stories. The anticipation of seeing him again later fills her with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. This might be their last chance to sneak away together for a while; she intends to make the most of it.

Hahaha! You're such a bad influence on him, but I have to admit it's kind of entertaining to watch. It feels like we've known each other for so long already; it's hard to remember that tonight is actually our first time sneaking away together without anyone knowing. She glances around the room again, feeling a pang of guilt at the thought of keeping their relationship a secret from everyone else.

But she pushes those thoughts aside as her gaze meets his across the crowded living room. The look in his eyes is enough to make her heart race and her cheeks flush with desire. It's almost enough to distract her from the loud music and boisterous laughter surrounding them.

It's almost too quiet now that everyone else has left; the tension between them is palpable. Her heart races as she looks into his eyes, wondering what he'll do next. She knows they can't stay here much longer or someone might discover your brother unconscious on the bed, but at the same time... she wants nothing more than to spend just a little bit longer with him alone.

Mia hesitates for a moment before slowly crawling across the room and sitting down next to him on the couch. Their knees brush against each other as they gaze out into the darkness beyond the window, neither of them speaking yet unable to look away from one another. The air around them feels charged with desire; she can feel her breath coming faster now and her cheeks burning hotter than ever before.

This is it, she thinks to herself, tensing up in anticipation of what might happen next. His hand

Her breath catches in her throat as he kisses her, his lips soft and demanding against hers. Her body arches into his, pressing closer as she moans deep within her chest. His weight on top of her feels so right; it's like they were meant to be together like this, the heat of their skin melding together in a dance that only the two of them understand.

She wraps her legs around his waist, urging him closer as she explores his mouth with her tongue, meeting each stroke and demand with equal passion and need. Her hands roam over his back, digging into his skin as if she could crawl inside him; as if their skin were one and the same.

The room spins around them in a whirlwind of lust and desire; there's no longer any pretense or hesitation between them. All that matters is this moment, right here and now,