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2

-2 weeks later-

Quew looked through the bathroom, bedroom, closet, kitchen, and the garage, but couldn't find Olly anywhere. He didn't want to text her, cause she said she was looking for a quick job, so she might be in the middle of an interview. Well, if she is, he'll just have to whip out his magic wand to make it up to her.
Q: Where are you?
O: Walking home.
Q: From where?
O: Bar...
O: Please unlock the door...
He ran up to unlock the door. She stood there grinning. "Hey I'm a drunk slut, wanna fuck?" The way she casually said it already got him hard. Her slamming the door and stripping for him didn't help. Once she was naked, she pushed him onto the couch, jumping down with him. She slid her hand down his shorts, grasping his member, stroking it. He unzipped his shorts and pulled both his shorts and his boxers off at once. She bent down, licking his tip. Quew swiftly flipped her onto the couch, and onto her chest. "You gonna go 'head and shovit in ma ass already?" She asked, her words slurred. He slapped her cheek once, leaving a handprint. He positioned his cock at her entrance. He slid in as fast as he could, focusing on her pleasure more than his own this time. He slapped the other cheek this time, to make them match. "Oh shit. OH YES. OH FUCK YES! OH YEAH!" She shouted as I pounded into her, fucking her senseless. I pulled out, flipping her back over and back onto me. She got in position, lining my dick up with her ass, and started bouncing. I knew I was about to cum. I felt pressure again and then the release. She got off, my cum dripping from her asshole.