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I turned over. “Tell me. All of it.”
She let out a breath like she’d been holding it for an hour. Then she climbed on top of me and kissed me hard.
“He went down on me first,” she whispered, grinding slowly against my cock. “On the sofa. He was so nervous his hands were shaking, but his tongue…” She shuddered. “He made me come in about two minutes. I was so wound up.”
“Then what?”
“Then I put a condom on him. And I rode him.” She reached down, guided me in, and sank onto me, gasping. “Like this. Just like this.”
She was so wet. Hot and slick and stretched in a way I’d never felt. She rode me slowly, telling me everything. How thick he was. How he’d groaned her name. How she’d come on his cock, and thought of me listening upstairs, and come even harder.
“Did it hurt?” she asked. “Hearing me?”
“Yes. And I’ve never been so hard in my life.”
She laughed breathlessly and rode me faster. She came again, clenching around me. I came seconds later, pulling her down onto me.
We lay tangled together, both shaking.
“I wish you’d been there,” she said. “Watching. That’s the part I wanted most.”
“Next time.”
“Next time,” she agreed, and kissed me.
It was intense, and close, and good. But I’d only heard the best night of her life through a floorboard.
Ending 15 of 16: Her Report. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.