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West
Pounding.
There was pounding in my head. It felt like a marching band had taken residence in my brain and wouldn’t stop playing.
My eyes wouldn’t open.
Ashtyn stroked my cock, but her hand felt colder than usual. She squeezed tighter like she was trying to choke the life out of it. Not in a good way. "Babe, that's a little rough."
"I thought you liked it rough," an annoying voice laughed.
My eyes flew open to see a blonde–not the brunette I'd been expecting.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I shouted, flinging a naked Kendra off the bed and away from me. I jumped up and ripped the sheet off the bed, wrapping it around me.
"You obviously liked it." Kendra put her hands on her hips and pushed out her fake tits.
"I thought you were someone else. And honestly, I didn't like it. This happens every morning. You trying to rip my dick off with your claws had nothing to do with it."
"You thought I washer. God, what is it about that trashy fat skank that does it for you? Is it because she has so much experience?" Kendra pouted.
I found her clothes on the floor and threw them at her. "Don't talk about her like that, you nasty cunt. I know damn well I went to bedalonelast night. And I locked my fucking door. How did you get in here?"
"You asked me to join you, silly." She got dressed with an evil smirk on her face. "Thanks for the wild night, baby. I can't wait to tell Ashtyn all about it."
"You won't say a fucking word to her," I gritted. "Because nothing happened. I didn't fuck your desperate, disease-riddled pussy. Now get the fuck out of here before I throw you out."
I spun around to the bathroom, not waiting for a response. I slammed the door behind me and locked it. Breathing heavily, I turned to the mirror and slammed my fist through the glass. Shards sprinkled the tile floor and blood dripped off my hand. I didn't give a fuck. The pain still wasn't enough.
I started the shower and got in, not bothering to wait for the water to heat up.
I went to bed alone last night. The two chicks from the hot tub–Mallory or Melanie and Lissa, or was it Lisa?–wanted to join me but I told them I wasn't in the mood, which was only half-true. I was in the mood, but the pussy I wanted to sink my dick into wasn't theirs.
I could've easily fucked them both, whatever their names were, and not thought twice about it. But every time I closed my eyes, I sawher. Big blue eyes, long dark hair, button nose, a dusting of freckles on her cheeks. Round, full tits. Soft waist. A plump, perfectly spankable ass. There wasn't anyone else I wanted to be with.
No matter what she thought of me, or what she expected of me, I fucking wantedher–which I realized when I was drunk off my ass last night.
Before I knew it, I was rubbing my dick furiously with my bloody fist at the thought of Ashtyn. Her warm mouth wrapped around my cock, choking on me as I pulled her hair. Her small hands squeezing my ass, drawing me deeper and deeper. I felt that familiar tightening in my cock before spurts of cum shot out into the stream of water.
I fucked up.Really. Fucked. Up.
Once I was done in the shower, I hesitantly opened the door, not trusting that nutcase Kendra to be gone. Thankfully there was no one in the room. I found my jeans and pulled my phone out, seeing a notification from my least favorite app.
Son of a bitch.
You've been mentioned in a post by @GPHSknowsall
Fuuuuck. Please be a photo from the hot tub or something else from last night.
I pushed the notification.
It wasn't from the hot tub. It was from the bed I slept in all night. I was on my back with my arms spread out, and Kendra was laying with her head on my chest, smiling with her eyes closed. She was noticeably naked–the sheet barely covered her tits. Her arms wrapped around me like a damn spider monkey.
Our boy @WestMoretti doesn't waste ANY time. Looks like there's trouble in paradise with the South Side Whore. I wonder who's a better fuck? The queen of the north or the skank of the south? My money's on @KendraLovesKendraaa Sorry, @AshHawth01, no one likes a loose snatch!
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!