𝙘𝙝. 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚 - 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙙

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The headboard banged against the apartment wall of Paul Allen's place — Beatrice moaned underneath him, "Yeah? You like that?" Paul groaned as he roughly thrusted in and out of Beatrice's wet pussy. She nodded as he panted, like an animal she growled, "Yeah, fuck me just like that." She giggled as Paul's hands tightened on her hips, "You're so fucking hot." He mumbled into her skin before he began to thrust harder and faster into Beatrice. Paul was close to his orgasm and Beatrice knew that, but she didn't mind... she actually had quite a liking to Paul... even if he was like any other guy. "Fuck, you feel so good, fuck." He moaned out — Beatrice moaned his name and that sent him over the edge. Paul came inside of Beatrice and moaned out curses as he rested his head against her shoulder, Beatrice sighed with a smile before giggling, Paul held her close.

The two of them had been talking for about a month now. What started with the two fucking ended up in Paul actually caring for her — Beatrice knew she couldn't feel emotionally invested with someone like Paul, but she did start to like him — he took care of her and supported her in every way possible. "You know, I bought you a dress for tonight." Paul said as he slowly pulled out of her, Beatrice laid down on her back as she watch Paul clean himself up — his cum leaked out of her, she bit her lip — "Really?" She asked and Paul nodded. "It was that red dress you were talking about, can't wait to see you in it." Throwing the towel in the dirty clothes, Paul walked back over to Beatrice as she began to spread her legs, "Can't wait to get you out of it too." He mumbled as he instantly got hard again — he got on the bed and pulled Beatrice's legs onto his shoulders, "Fuck Beatrice, you're gonna be the death of me." Paul joked before he instantly began to lick and suck at Beatrice's clit — she moaned in response.

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Patrick knew that Beatrice was sent to torture him — and he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. Waking up that morning — Patrick went through his normal routine before the phone ringing interrupted his work out. Turning down the porn he had playing (the title being "big tit blonde gets all holes filled") Patrick picked up the white phone and answered it, "Patrick?" It was Evelyn — Patrick's fiancée. He rolled his eyes but didn't say anything, "Patrick I know you're there." Evelyn said making Patrick sigh, "You got me." He responded in a flat tone. Evelyn moves on the other end of the phone, "Do you think I should use more patterns or plain colors for the Christmas party?" Patrick opened his mouth to answer. "Wait, don't answer that." He quickly closed it. Looking over at his television screen — it showed the big tit blonde getting a dildo shoved inside her asshole while another blonde with slightly smaller tits ate her out.

Patrick couldn't help but think how it would feel and look if he shoved a metal stick up the blonde's ass — he wanted to shove the stick all the way through her body so it would come out of her mouth — "Patrick? Are you even listening to me?" Evelyn's voice brought Patrick back to the present, "Yes dear." He mumbled making Evelyn sigh, "So are you coming to the Christmas party next week?" Patrick had completely forgot about the party — he forgot about Christmas in general, he hated Christmas. "Isn't it December first next week? Isn't that a little early for Christmas?" Evelyn laughed, "You're kidding Patrick. It's Christmas Eve next week. You're funny Patrick." Maybe time was slipping away from him, the days seemed to be blending together, "Will Paul Allen be there?" He asked making Evelyn quirk her brow, "I think so, pretty sure everyone at P&P will be coming. Don't even know what you all do at that job." She mumbled the last part to herself. "Okay Evelyn, I'll go." Patrick knew this would probably be his last chance to talk to Paul. "Oh that's great Patrick my shnookums!" Evelyn said her regular goodbye before Patrick hung up. He looked at the television screen again and swore he saw Beatrice looking back at him.

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