Sasha. Part 7.⠀"I’m already free. On my way to you. I’ll be ..

Sasha. Part 7.

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"I’m already free. On my way to you. I’ll be there in ten to a few minutes."

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A shiver ran through my body as I read the message. The long-awaited meeting was about to happen. I could hardly believe it. There had been so many disagreements with Dima about Sasha, but I was thrilled that everything had worked out as I had planned. I was lying in a hotel room rented by a guy from the internet who wanted to have sex with me. The thought of it gave me emotions I had never experienced before.

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I replied almost instantly:

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"Got it. Can’t wait."

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Now, I had to share the news with my cuckold.

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"He’ll be here in ten to a few minutes. Don’t text me; I’ll write when I have time."

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"Okay, my love. I’ll wait."

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"Wait for the photos, cuckold!"

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I put my phone aside and sat on the bed. There was a slight nervousness. I counted every minute, waiting for Sasha—not just out of excitement, but also anxiety. After about ten minutes, I heard a knock at the door and flinched. I quickly walked to the door, turned the key in the lock, and opened it.

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"Hi, Ksyusha," Sasha said with a smile.

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"Hi, Sasha…"

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My cheeks flushed. It had been a while since I felt so awkward. His broad shoulders immediately caught my eye.

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"Come in," I said, my voice trembling slightly.

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He stepped inside, closed the door behind him, and kissed me right away. I placed my hands on his shoulders and kissed him back. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and his strong hands immediately grabbed my ass. At that moment, I understood the meaning of the phrase "to hold in your hands."

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He was almost a head taller than me. Effortlessly, he lifted me off the ground, holding me by my ass, and brought me to his face level. I spread my legs to press myself tightly against him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He pinned me against the wall and continued kissing my lips, then moved lower to my neck.

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"Damn, you smell so good!"

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At that moment, I didn’t belong to myself or Dima—I belonged entirely to him. Only women’s would understand what it’s like when a man picks you up and makes you feel weightless. You feel like a toy in his hands, and that alone can make you come. He squeezed my ass so hard that I started moaning.

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The next moment, he put me back on the floor, placed his hand on my shoulder, and gently pushed me down. That nudge was enough to make me obediently drop to my knees.

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"Help me undo my belt, sunshine," he said calmly.

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While one hand stroked my hair, the other gently caressed my cheek.

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Every word he said felt like an order I had to obey, and I wanted to follow them as quickly as possible. With trembling hands, I started undoing his belt. Luckily, it had a classic buckle, so it wasn’t too difficult. After that, I unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper.

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"Good bitch, my slut…"

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His voice drove me crazy. His jeans fell to the floor, and he stepped out of them, kicking them aside. I started kissing his cock through his boxers. His hand moved to the back of my head, pressing me closer to him.

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He smelled so good. I don’t like it when a guy is fresh out of the shower because it washes away his natural scent. For me, that’s important. He should be clean but not overly so.

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I lost track of time, completely immersed in the moment. Suddenly, I felt his boxers slide down. A moment later, his hard cock slapped against my cheek, leaving a wet trail of precum. I could smell him even more now. Sasha’s cock was slightly bigger than Dima’s, with two prominent veins running from the base to the middle.

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I grabbed it with both hands and took it deep into my mouth. Sasha threw his head back and groaned:

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"Ohhh yeah, you slut! Good job!"

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His hand gripped my hair, and he started controlling my movements. When I felt the taste and size of his cock, I knew I’d have more than one orgasm tonight. He gently fucked my mouth, and when he let me catch my breath, I licked his balls.

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I was so into it that he didn’t even need to hold me—I was eagerly bobbing my head up and down, only pulling away when I needed air.

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"Easy, baby, I’m about to come…" Sasha said, pulling me back.

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I get too carried away when I suck cock. If he hadn’t stopped me, I would’ve made him finish right there at the door. Sasha reached out his hand, and I stood up. He picked me up like a bride and carried me to the bed.

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"I’ll take a quick shower. Don’t go anywhere," he smirked.

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I giggled in response.

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Sasha went into the bathroom, and I heard the sound of running water. During that time, I decided to undress so I could greet him naked when he came out. I didn’t want to waste any time once he was back. My desire to feel him inside me was overwhelming.

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A few seconds later, my underwear and dress were on the floor. "Oh, I almost forgot. I need to text Dima while I have the chance," I thought.

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I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. He was online, probably waiting for my message.

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"Dima, he’s in the shower. I already sucked him off. He’s perfect."

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"Wow, my love 🙈 Did you start right at the door?"

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"Yeah, right at the door. I’ll disappear again soon."

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I put the phone back on the nightstand. Then I got on all fours, facing away from the bathroom door. The sound of the door opening…

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"Wow, you’re something else, you slut!"

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His words made me arch my back and spread my legs wider.

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I heard his footsteps. Then I felt his hands on my ass. He wasn’t in a hurry to enter me. Sasha started slapping his cock against my pussy, rubbing his wet tip against my ass. He grabbed my waist and flipped me onto my back. I saw him fully naked. Seeing it in real life was different from videos. His broad shoulders, muscular chest, and defined abs—I admired him with pleasure and curiosity, and he noticed.

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"Do you like it?"

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"Yes, you have an amazing body," I said, my brain no longer focused on conversation. "Fuck me!"

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"Wow, you’re something else!" he said, surprised.

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"Sasha, please fuck me! I can’t take it anymore…"

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As soon as I finished that sentence, he moved closer, shifted me to the middle of the bed, and lay between my legs. His lips pressed against my pussy. I gasped in surprise. Then I felt his fingers working in sync with his tongue—first one finger, then a second. Given how big his hands were, I could’ve mistaken them for his cock. It felt so good. He fingered me more aggressively, and I could hear the wet sounds coming from my pussy…

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Sasha pulled his lips away from my hole and focused on fingering me. One hand supported my lower back, while the other continued to work inside me. What happened next was a first for me. He pressed his fingers against a spot inside me… and unexpectedly, I came… like an electric shock through my body.

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I wasn’t ready for it, so I moaned loudly.

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"Shhh, quiet, slut!" Sasha whispered, startled.

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"Stop, please!" I said, trying to catch my breath. "Sasha, what… what was that? How did you do that??"

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Sasha pulled his fingers out.

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I had never experienced anything like that from a guy before.

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"Did you like it?"

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"You have no idea!" I reached out to him, inviting him into my arms. "Sasha, come here…"

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He lay on top of me, and I felt like a doll again, just like when he pinned me against the wall. We started kissing again. I could feel his cock rubbing against my pussy.

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"I need to put on a condom… But I want it without one…" flashed through my mind.

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My thoughts were interrupted as Sasha guided his cock into me. With one sharp movement, he was inside me all the way.

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What I felt at that moment is hard to describe without swearing. Sasha’s powerful body pressed me into the bed, and his hips thrust his cock deep into me. I could feel every inch of him… even the veins on his cock.

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It’s all a blur, but I remember him covering my mouth with his hand at times. I don’t know how loud I was moaning, but he occasionally whispered, "Quiet, slut, the whole hotel will hear us!"

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If only he knew how little I cared. In that state, I wasn’t thinking about who might hear me.

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He fucked me like that until I came again.

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At one point, he pulled out, sat up, and straddled me, his knees on either side of my head.

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The view was incredible. His cock, his smooth balls, and… he had even prepared his ass… no wonder he told me how much he liked having it licked.

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"I almost forgot, Dima!" I suddenly remembered.

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Sasha was already jerking off above my face, and I realized he was about to come…

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"Take it off, please…" I asked.

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He grabbed my phone.

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While the camera was loading, Sasha didn’t stop—he even sped up. I decided to help him and started licking his balls… a few strokes of my tongue, and he gasped. His cock swelled, and he came all over my face. There was so much cum. It spilled into my mouth, on my cheeks, my hair… even my forehead… It had been a while since I tasted and smelled another man’s cum.

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I realized he had just started recording. It was a shame the best part wasn’t captured. I needed to pose for Dima. I grabbed his cock with both hands and rubbed the cum all over my face, looking into the camera. He’d love this. A few seconds later, Sasha turned off the camera and tossed the phone aside.

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"That’s enough for him. We’ll record more later."

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He climbed off me and collapsed onto the bed. I immediately ran to the bathroom to wash off the cum before it got in my eyes. After that, I returned to the room. Sasha was lying with his eyes closed, arms spread out. I tiptoed over, lay on his shoulder, and he hugged me, stroking my back.

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It was an intimate moment. Lying on another man’s shoulder. "I think Dima will appreciate this detail," I thought. "He wanted everything to feel as real as possible."

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We lay like that for about twenty minutes, talking about random things. I stroked Sasha’s chest and stomach, which started to turn me on again. I began kissing his muscular chest, my lips moving lower… his stomach, then his pubic area, and soon his cock was near my face again.

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"Give me the phone. I want to record more for your husband," Sasha said.

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Throughout everything, I tried to think about Dima. How each moment would look through the camera lens. Honestly, it was a bit distracting. I grabbed the phone and handed it to Sasha. He started recording as I played with his now-hard cock.

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This time, I didn’t want to rush. With the tip of my tongue, I carefully licked the precum from his head. One hand stroked him, while the other massaged his balls. It was clear he was enjoying it, but the recording was distracting him too. I posed a bit more for Dima, and then Sasha put the phone down.

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From the head, I slowly moved down to his balls… Sasha put his hands behind his head and watched me with pleasure.

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Everything down there was so neat and well-groomed that I decided to go further and do something that would make both Sasha and… Dima come. Sasha would come from what I was doing, and Dima would come from knowing I was doing it to another man.

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From his balls, my tongue moved lower… very slowly. Sasha shuddered. I noticed him trying to spread his legs wider and lift his hips toward me.

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A little more, and I felt my tongue touch his asshole… Sasha moaned so loudly that he had to cover his own mouth. I started circling my tongue around it, occasionally moving up to his balls and then back down. Sasha started jerking himself off. If I kept going, he’d come a second time, but I wanted more sex. I stopped and said:

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"Sasha, you’re not going to come, are you? I want more of you…"

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He looked at me, got up, and grabbed a condom from his jeans pocket. He quickly opened it and put it on. Gently, he pulled me to the edge of the bed by my leg, grabbed my waist, and positioned me on all fours, my ass facing him. I felt like a toy in his strong hands again.

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"Give me the phone…" his voice sent shivers through me.

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At the last moment, I grabbed the phone and tossed it to him.

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He entered me and started recording. During the process, he grabbed my hair, spanked my ass… In my head, I thought, "Dima’s going to love these shots."

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I could feel his balls slapping against me. My hand reached down, and every time he thrust all the way in, I stroked his balls.

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It made him pause.

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"Ahhh, what are you doing?!" he whispered loudly. "I’m going to come!"

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But that didn’t stop me. He sped up. I felt the familiar heaviness building in my lower abdomen. Another orgasm was approaching. I moved my hand from his balls to my clit and started rubbing myself.

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"Sasha, please don’t stop…" I moaned. "Just a little more…"

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I probably shouldn’t have said that because right after, he flipped me onto my back, pulled off the condom, and came on my stomach. I didn’t stop and kept rubbing my clit. The thought of lying there covered in his cum made me come almost immediately after him… Sasha stood beside me, watching me writhe in ecstasy, stroking my inner thigh, and enjoying the sight.

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After I came, Sasha went to the shower. While he was washing, I started to come down from the orgasm. I wasn’t as interested in talking to him anymore, let alone having more sex. I really wanted to share my emotions with Dima. I opened the chat with my husband and sent the videos we had recorded.

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Sasha came out of the shower and lay down next to me.

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"Damn, that was amazing, Ksyusha!"

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"Yeah, I really enjoyed it too. I think half the hotel heard us."

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Sasha laughed.

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"Yeah, I think so too. Are you worried about that?"

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"No, honestly, I don’t care."

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I really didn’t care. It was a different city. I didn’t know anyone here. Let them listen to my moans as much as they wanted.

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Sasha put his hand on my leg and started stroking it.

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"Sasha, could you open the window? It’s stuffy in here."

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I was trying to gently hint that it was time for him to leave.

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"Yeah, it was pretty hot," he replied.

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"Good thing it’s cool outside."

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After saying that, I covered myself with the blanket. From Sasha’s expression, it was clear he was starting to realize I didn’t want to continue.

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"I guess I’ll go…" he said uncertainly.

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"Okay, Sasha. Thanks for organizing all this. I really enjoyed it!"

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I tried not to act like a total bitch. At least I wanted to pretend I didn’t want him to leave. But it wasn’t working well. I just wanted to be alone in the room as soon as possible.

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Sasha quickly got dressed. While he tied his shoelaces, I got out of bed and walked over to him to see him off. I was still naked. Sasha kissed me, said goodbye, and left the room.

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For a while, I was alone with my thoughts. I processed everything that had just happened. Finally, the long-awaited orgasm—two, actually. And it was with another man. The realization that my relationship with Dima had reached this point made me feel aroused again. But it was a different kind of arousal. Sasha had dominated me, and now I wanted to dominate Dima. I wanted to humiliate him and feel power over him.

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I picked up my phone and texted him:

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"I’m free now. Waiting for you. I came twice!"

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"Is he gone already?"

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"Yeah."

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"Are you happy?"

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"Yes. I’ll definitely meet him again. He fucked me so good."

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"Sorry, my love, for asking so many questions, but I really want to know the details."

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"Ask away, cuckold. You should know everything. I just realized what it means to be free. I want to keep fucking other men. And even if you don’t like it, you’ll have to deal with it."

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At that moment, I truly meant what I said. When the arousal fades, I might even feel ashamed of those words. It’s like two different people live inside me.

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"I’m okay with it, my love. I’m really glad you’re happy and that you enjoyed it."

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"Do you want to know how it went?"

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"Yes, I really do! But don’t tell me everything at once, or I’ll come too soon."

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"I’ll write however I want! Got it!?"

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"Yes, sorry."

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"Anyway, you’re not going to fuck me tonight. You’re only going to lick me."

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"Whatever you say. I’d be happy just to lick

you."

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"It’s such a strange feeling. I feel so good. I didn’t think about you at all with him. Everything he did felt amazing."

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I lied a little in that message. I wanted to humiliate him with that phrase. In reality, I had thought about him, especially when I needed to record videos for him.

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"How many times did he come?"

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"Twice. The first time was about twenty minutes after he arrived.

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When he came in, he started kissing me right away. Then he grabbed my hair and made me kneel in front of him. I started kissing his cock through his boxers. Damn, he smelled so good. His testosterone must be through the roof. Then he couldn’t take it anymore and pulled down his boxers… his cock slapped against my face. By the way, did you come while he was fucking me?"

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"No, my love. I’m waiting for your permission."

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"Are you still at the hostel?"

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"Yeah."

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"Then get over here. I want you to lick me after him. You need to be humiliated to the max. I didn’t shower on purpose."

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"Can you tell me what happened next?"

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"Didn’t you hear me, cuckold!? Get your ass over here. I want to tell you in person!"

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I was really starting to feel aggressive toward him. But as before, I could see that he enjoyed it. So there was no point in holding back…