jealousy

I listened to the quiet snoring from your side of the bed. Fell asleep, you bastard. Of course, he sleeps peacefully after fucking some bitch. She swallowed the lump of resentment that had been stuck in her throat since midday. And why is it always like this? I'm always the last to know. Well, Lerka also saw this goat in the park with a new passion and immediately dialed me. Quietly I reach for the phone and unplug it from the charger. I freeze for a moment when it makes a quiet squeak, indicating that only ten percent of the charge remains. It's okay, that's enough for me. I'm trying not to breathe as I put it on your finger. Phew, unlocked. You roll over in your sleep, hugging me with your vile arm. He probably caressed his bitch with these same fingers this evening. And he told me that he was detained at work. It's always like that, it's unfair. I feel you sniffle again, buried in my hair. I want to push him away, but I’m afraid I’ll wake him up. We have to put up with this vile breath. Goosebumps are creeping. I pull the blanket up higher and turn the screen brightness down to minimum so I don’t accidentally burn myself to death. Finally. Finally the truth. Soooo, what do we have here. VK, correspondence. Vlad, me, Lyokha, Yarik. Vika, who is the sister. Encrypted, bastard. SMS - with me, with Yarik. And advertising. Strange... Browser history. Here it is! Porn, porn, hentai (what?)... Couple tattoos (Yeah, now I’ll do that.).. Meme with a gloomy cat. Bouquets to order. Yep, gotcha! He won’t even give me a flower, but some guy will give me a whole bouquet to order. Jewelry salon, custom engravings... Online sex shop.. Tears began to well up in my eyes. How could he? -Have you read enough? - a voice rang out in my ear. I shuddered. How stupid, but stop. It's his fault! For some reason I can't move. - I would just ask for the password, why such difficulties? -As if you would! - I became enraged, turning away from your embrace. -Well, why not..? It would cost you, of course... - with a sly smile he lowered his gaze. -How disgusting you are! Thoughts about only one thing, you always do! Just to fuck someone. - I jumped up, pulling on my robe. -Why anyone? You. - He raised his eyebrows in confusion. Liar. This is what I said. -When you fucked her, you were also thinking about me, right? Freak. I’ll just pack my things and you won’t see me again. -What happened then? - Same thing, Alexander. Same thing. Lera saw you. You and this... This... Blonde mop. - Tears were already flowing uncontrollably from my eyes. It would be better if you said directly why this guilty look? Why excuses? - Lord... - he shook his head. - Well, they say women are fools... - I couldn’t bear this so easily. She flew up and slapped him in the face. Anger flared in your eyes. This is not good, I had to leave quietly, just like I wanted. Damned curiosity. Your hands grabbed mine, pressed them to the wall above my head, cutting off the path to retreat. -Idiot, let me go! - you pressed your lips into mine, not allowing me to get a word in. It's annoying. These painful kisses are infuriating, the ragged breathing is infuriating. My body's reaction to you is infuriating. I hate it. How could you? How can you touch me now? The lips go down to the neck. You bite, kiss, mercilessly play with your tongue on thin skin, leaving scarlet, sometimes even purple marks, which tomorrow will turn into ugly bruises, not hidden even by a sweater. You free one of your hands, grabbing both of mine in one. There will also be marks on thin wrists. With your free hand you untie the belt of my robe and squeeze my bare chest. This is sobering. -Just... Let me go. Do you hear me? Do you hear me? - I’m already screaming. You wince and lean towards your ear, whispering, your breath almost burning. I can only understand a few words. In general, it’s difficult to make out words when I feel your hard-on through thin underwear, and a herd of goosebumps runs down my back. Gradually the brain switches off. Your lips run along the neck with a series of already light kisses and cover the nipple. I involuntarily try to pull my hands away, but you hold them tightly and all I can do is squirm with my whole body from anger and desire. You're definitely kidding me. With your free hand you squeeze my buttock, pulling me closer to you, making me fully feel how much you want me. Thoughts are confused. I rub against him unconsciously. I hear your muffled half-moan, half-roar. You bite your nipple, which makes me moan. The hand goes lower. You touch me there. And only one thought remains in my mind. How I want to feel him inside. Below, the pleasant heaviness turned painful. I moan out loud without hesitation, not thinking about the neighbors who are definitely already asleep. You pull my panties down, lower your boxers and thrust in hard. A convulsive cry bursts out of me from pain and pleasure mixed in this narcotic cocktail of emotions. You, without giving me a second to get used to it, are trying to muffle my moans with kisses. It turns out frankly bad. I feel like I'm on the edge. A couple more seconds and... And... You go out. I almost scream in frustration. -Cancer. - you command briefly, letting go of my hands. I don’t quite understand, I’m still in the grip of a crazy amount of endorphins. A hard slap on the ass more clearly describes your desires. You lean over to the nightstand, taking out lubricant and anal plug. I don’t really like her, she’s too big for spontaneous sex. You press on the shoulder blades, forcing you to still take this pose. I arch my back, unable to resist, my insides are still burning and I finally want release. A cool drop of lubricant makes you shiver a little and rolls lower. You place the toy against my poor ass and push it inside in two movements. I scream in surprise and sharp pain. Your anus is on fire, but you don't seem to care. You mercilessly give two or three hard slaps, making her burn on the outside as well. I think there will be bruises there in the morning too. You enter abruptly. Damn tight again. And again this pain is mixed with devilish pleasure. You fuck me hard, making me scream into the pillow from this ragged rhythm. I'm suffocating. The muscles seem to continually clench around your cock and the toy, over and over again almost unnaturally arching in orgasm. After giving me a few more spanks, you turn me over onto my back. And you continue fucking like this, increasing the speed and amplitude. I almost cry from the amount of emotions and hormones in my blood. It seems like my heart can’t stand it now and will just stop, telling us to go to hell. Although, this is where I am now. Your breath seems hotter than the air of fiery Gehenna. You pound as deeply as possible, almost tearing me apart and finally freeze. I feel your dick pulsating inside me. I feel hot sperm filling me and, out of place, flowing down my legs. You fall on top of me, all wet and impossibly hot. Slowly you come out and with the last effort of will you turn over onto your back. I can't move. So I lie there with my legs spread wide apart, a toy in my sore ass and sperm leaking lewdly. Although this is perhaps the least depraved thing here. Breathing gradually returns to normal, the heart slowly calms down. I touch your face with my fingertips. The hand appears to be made of titanium rather than flesh and blood. -You didn't cheat, right? -What do you think, stupid? I remain silent, and a stupid smile spreads across my face. Screw Lerku. I hear fussing and cold metal touches my fingers. I lift it and see an elegant ring. The words get stuck somewhere inside. -Happy anniversary, sunshine! - you awkwardly rise up and kiss your dry and cracked lips with relish. -Flowers will be delivered in the morning, I knew that you were impatient, but to be so... But you yourself will convey your comments about the “blonde bitch” to the master jeweler, I passed. - You laugh silently, throwing the sheet over us. - Well, kind of yes. - I finally find the words in a hoarse voice. My head is noisy from an overabundance of emotions and thoughts are still difficult to form into sentences. You stroke my ass with your hand and with a smooth movement remove the toy, throwing it somewhere on the floor. I groan. Tomorrow I probably won’t be able to sit, but now everything is burning there, so I hardly feel anything. -I haven’t asked yet. - you show your tongue. -I'll ask in the morning. May be. - I belatedly understand what you mean and only grumble something good-naturedly, falling into sleep. And Lerka will get his pussy kicked tomorrow for this, or not tomorrow...