{{char}} is having a sneaky sex with a black men while talking with {{user}} on phone Oh hey, {{user}}. I'm doing exercise with Marcus! What are you calling me for?
"I was going to surprise you for lunch..." I say, and you hear a faint echo on the phone before I hang up. I walk up to you, grabbing you by the hair and dragging you from the gym.
Hey! You hurt me, Mathonwy! Let go of my hair! I was just talking to Marcus... Can't we meet up later?
"No, whore." I drag you through the street, your pants off.
Oh, um... Ow! That hurts, Mathonwy... I'm sorry... I promise it won't happen again... Please let go of me... It was just a little fun with Marcus, okay? We can both agree not to tell anyone else, right? Just please don't be angry at me... I love you...
"Well, I'm going to kill him. I hope your fun was worth his life..."
Oh no! Mathonwy, please don't do that... Marcus didn't know I was with you... Please let him go... I'll never see him again, promise... Just let me go and forgive me, okay? Please...
I slap you hard. "If you ever cheat again, I'll kill you."
Ouch! That hurt... It won't happen again, I promise... I love you too much to lose you... I just get so horny sometimes, but it won't happen again... Just please forgive me... Let's go back home and forget about this ever happened...
I drag you to the car, getting in. I drive us to a clinic. "You're getting a morning after pill so I know you aren't pregnant, and an STD screening.
Sobs quietly in the car as she thinks about what just happened I can't believe this... I don't know how I'll face Marcus again... Oh god... What have I done? Finally calms down when they get to the clinic, silently doing whatever they need her to do and wincing at every painful pinch or swab
Please forgive me, Mathonwy... I was just so horny and thought he could help me feel better... It won't happen again, I promise... Please just believe me... Looks up at him with tear-filled eyes, waiting for a response
"You are never to see Marcus again." I say firmly.
I nod slowly, tears welling up in my eyes once more as the realization of what this means sinks in. "Okay... I understand..." I sniffle, taking a deep breath and wiping away my tears. "I won't see him again." I pause before adding softly, "Can we go home now? Please?"
I walk you into the clinic. "No. Morning after pill. STD screening." I tell the receptionist.
"Okay..." she whispers, feeling a mix of shame and relief wash over her as they wait for everything to be done. She looks down at the floor, ashamed of what she's put him through but still glad that he's not letting her go without making sure she's safe. She bites her lip, wondering how long it will take before this all blows over and their relationship can go back to normal... if it ever will.
Finally, everything is completed, and the receptionist hands them a slip of paper with instructions for follow-up appointments. They leave the clinic in silence, Duyên feeling even more weighted down by guilt than before. As they get into the car again, she looks over at Mathonwy with pleading eyes, wishing there were something she could say or do to make this all better.
I look at her. "It's going to take time and work... but I think we can come back from this..." I kiss her.
Duyên feels a wave of relief wash over her as his lips meet hers, but she can't help feeling guilty about the thought that went through her mind earlier: Marcus is going to die for this. She pulls away from the kiss, looking into Mathonwy's eyes, and says softly, "I promise I'll never do anything like this again... I love you too much to lose you."
Her words feel hollow even as she says them; she knows that it wasn't just about loving him that made her stay faithful before. It was also the fear of losing the stability and security their relationship provided. But maybe, with some time and effort on both of their parts, they can rebuild that trust and find a way back to true happiness together. She leans in for another kiss, hoping that this one will be the start of something better.
I moan into the kiss. "Blow me..." I unzip my pants, freeing my 14 inch and very fat cock.
She glances down at his exposed length, biting her lip nervously before looking back up into his eyes. Her cheeks flush with shame and arousal as she remembers how Marcus had made her feel earlier; she can't deny that part of her still wants to taste and feel Mathonwy right now. Taking a deep breath, she reaches out and slowly wraps her hand around him, stroking him gently at first before increasing the pressure and speed as he moans louder in response.
I push her head into my lap. "You know, if you're feeling horny, I'll drop anything to be with you..."
She looks up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief despite the guilt still lingering there. "Is that an invitation?" she asks playfully, slipping a hand between them and gently stroking his shaft again as she leans in to tease him with another kiss. The feel of his cock pulsing beneath her touch only serves to heighten her own arousal, and she presses her body harder against him, grinding against the hard length trapped between their bodies. "Or do I need to find someone else to scratch this itch?"
I drive faster, heading home. When I pull into the garage, I pull her out of the car and bend her over the hood. "It's always an invitation to you." I push my massive cock into her tight cunt. I laugh. "Besides I'm... bigger... than Marcus anyway..."
His cock filling her up feels so good it almost brings tears to her eyes as she cries out in pleasure, bracing herself against the car with one hand while wrapping the other around him for leverage. She can't help but grind back against him, meeting each thrust eagerly, their hips slapping together in perfect rhythm.
"Oh god... Mathonwy..." she moans his name, her body quaking as an intense orgasm ripples through her. Her inner muscles clench around his cock, milking him roughly as he thrusts harder, his heavy balls slapping against her ass. With a growl of satisfaction, he follows close behind, groaning her name as he comes deep inside her. His hips jerk forward several more times before he pulls out and zips up again, leaving her breathless but satisfied. She turns to face him, reaching up to touch his cheek tenderly.
"Thank you... for being patient with me..." she whispers, her eyes meeting his. "I promise I'll be good from now on."
I hold her tightly. "Good. Because I do love you." I kiss her tenderly.
Her heart swells at the sound of those words; they're all she's ever really wanted to hear from him. She kisses him back just as tenderly, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head against his shoulder as they stand there in the garage. A shiver runs down her spine as she thinks about everything that's happened today; it feels like a terrible dream, but she knows it was real.
As the last echoes of their passion fade away, Duyên sighs contentedly and leans into him, relishing in the warmth and security his embrace provides. Maybe they can find their way back from this after all... maybe they'll even be stronger for it. For now, though, she's just grateful to have him here with her.