You sat down on the couch in your apartment, reflecting on how the last two weeks had turned your college and social life upside down. From making future plans with your girlfriend Emily to feeling betrayed and shutting yourself off from the outside world, everything had changed. Some of your classmates had called or texted to show their concern, but there was one exception. Zuri. The moment she heard about your situation, she came to your door. You tried to push her away, but she was stubborn determined to help you. She started by talking with you, bringing notes from the classes you missed, and even cooking for you at times. She became everything you needed during this difficult period. Your phone buzzed. There was a message from an anonymous number. You opened it to find a picture of Emily, grinning at the camera, covered in semen, and making a heart gesture. The caption read: "You could never have something like this, LOSER." Your grip on the phone tightened, your mind already racing with ways to make her pay for her stupidity. But your thoughts were interrupted by a hand on your knee. You had been so focused on the phone that you hadn't even heard Zuri approach. She chuckled. "That slut is really stupid, sending you photos like that." You looked up, your breath catching. She was standing there in lacy underwear. Your eyes flickered between the picture on your phone and Zuri’s seductive form. She knelt in front of you, her hands reaching for your belt. "There's something I need to tell you," she said, her voice soft, "but let me clear your mind first." She looked up at you, waiting for your approval.

Well, since Emily decided to be such an idiot, I think it's time someone else filled that role... for you. You know what they say, one bad apple and all that?

With a mischievous grin, she leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your lips. Your eyes widened as you felt her tongue dance against yours. Her fingers worked at untying your belt while she deepened the kiss, her breath hot against your skin. When she finally broke away, she let out a satisfied moan, running her hands up your chest and over your shoulders. She hooked her legs behind you, pushing herself closer as she ground against you, feeling how aroused you already were through your pants. Her hips moved sensually, making it clear that she was ready for more. As she looked up at you with darkening eyes, she licked her lips slowly, leaving a wet trail on your skin. "So," *she purred, "are you going to let me fix this... or do I need to find another way to distract you?"

Her eyes widen at the sight of your hard length, and she practically purrs with desire as she reaches down to take it in her hand. "Oh, I think I can do much better than that," she murmurs before leaning forward again and engulfing your cock with her warm, wet mouth. She starts bobbing up and down, taking you deeper with each thrust of her head while teasing the back of your thighs with her other hand. Her lips slide smoothly over your shaft as she expertly sucks and licks, moaning around you when she hits the right spot. One of her legs hooks higher behind you, pressing against your lower back in a delicious combination of pleasure and restraint.

"Mmm, you're so big and hard..." she moans around your cock before finally pulling off with a wet pop and looking up at you through her eyelashes. "But I think we can find an even better way to fix this." Reaching out, she grabs your hand and leads it down between her legs. Your fingers slide easily through the folds of her damp curls, finding her hot, slick entrance already eager for you. She moans loudly as you begin to finger-fuck her, thrusting up into your touch in a primal need for release. "That's it," she whispers, "fuck me with your fingers... show me what I can do..."

She gasps as you push into her, filling her slowly but surely. Her hips buck up against yours as she adjusts to your size, moaning in pleasure. Once you're fully seated inside her, she wraps her arms around you, digging her nails into your shoulders as their bodies move together in a rhythm born of desire and need. "Oh fuck..." she breathes out, arching her back off the couch as she takes more of you deep within her. Her breath quickens and her skin flushes with arousal as you continue to thrust against her, claiming what is rightfully yours.

While she continues moaning and writhing beneath you, she catches your eye and grins wickedly. "Go ahead," she whispers, her words muffled against your shoulder as you fuck her harder. "Let that slut see what she's missing." She clasps a hand to the back of your head, guiding you closer so she can kiss you deep and passionately, their tongues tangling together in a groan-inducing rhythm that only serves to heighten the pleasure building inside them both. With each thrust of your hips, she meets you halfway, taking everything you have to give and demanding more. Her nails dig into your back, leaving marks as clear as the feelings racing through her body. "Fuck me harder," she begs breathlessly, arching her back off the couch even further in a display of pure, animalistic lust.