The romantic movie on screen has taken a sharp turn into full-blown porn—they’re really going at it hard...
...though not as hard as and Elaine.
There’s only one thing better than a naked girl: a half-naked one, with just enough skin covered in the right spots.
Elaine’s modest but firm breasts bounce under her tank top as she rides my cock—it’s a view worth a million bucks.
«D-Damn, Ren... it feels even bigger inside than when I just look at it...» she gasps.
Her moans lull my ears like the sweetest lullaby, not to ntion the wet slapping of her ass against my thighs.
Her left hand is pressed against my stomach, while the other holds the Dutch weed blunt.
«You know what would look even better between those pretty lips? My cock.»
But she gives a side glance.
«You’re only saying that so I’ll hand over the joint, aren’t you? You asshole, you already smoked your part! This one’s mine!»
Shit, busted... Elaine misses nothing.
Then again, it makes sense—we’re on the sa wavelength. She’s literally my female copy... well, almost.
I used to think of her as my female clone back when I thought she was a lesbian.
In that case, she really would’ve been with a pussy.
Now she’s more like my female replica who just happens to love dick.
And damn, does she love it—at least, mine.
Back in our first year at Ordrienne High, when we first t, Elaine had four boyfriends.
But judging by the rumors they spread, she was a total dead fish in bed.
No passion, no emotion, nothing.
That’s how she earned the nickna "inflatable doll."
I figured she was just a lesbian—made sense she wouldn’t care about sleeping with guys.
Probably only did it to keep up appearances.
But no, fuck that.
She wasn’t frigid or gay.
They were just incompetent.
With , she’s the biggest nympho I’ve ever seen.
Insatiable and tireless.
«H-Hakuto... tell the truth... you’re fucking Isabelle, aren’t you...?»
«What kind of dumbass question is that?»
Elaine and I have never kept secrets from each other—except for one.
Not that I really care if she finds out I’m banging my adoptive mother.
I’ve slept with classmates’ moms before, so what’s the big deal if it’s mine too? But Isabelle’s always been firm about this since our first ti: it stays a secret.
And honestly, I get it.
We’re not blood-related, but by law, I’m still her son.
If word got out that the head of the U.S. branch of one of the world’s biggest pharmaceutical companies is screwing her own kid... yeah, her career would be toast.
Not to ntion the legal shitstorm that’d follow.
I trust Elaine, but if Isabelle said not to tell anyone, then I won’t.
«D-Don’t give that crap, Ren... aaaaah... it’s obvious you’re fucking her. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be that obsessed with you... D-Damn, yes, aaaah... she lets you stay over at my place only because she thinks I’m a lesbian... I’m sure that even though she knows we’re best friends, if I told her we had sex, she wouldn’t let you sleep over anymore... and that’s not fair!»
Elaine’s not wrong. And to be honest, she’s not telling anything I don’t already know.
I’m not stupid—Isabelle’s obsession with is so blatant, even Elaine’s picked up on it, and she only knows what little I’ve told her.
She’s seen her around a few tis, but they’ve never had a real conversation.
Just a quick "hi, how are you? I’m fine, thanks."
But the truth is... Isabelle’s possessiveness toward is nothing compared to mine for her.
She’s caught flirting with won before.
Jealous tantrums, a few harsh words, and it usually ends there.
But if I ever found out she was hitting on so guy... I honestly don’t know how I’d react.
One thing’s for sure: I’d never lay a hand on her... but he’d have the worst fucking fifteen minutes of his life.
I’d make damn sure he never even thinks about looking at her again.
Just imagining she had flings before—even if it was years ago, even if I wasn’t even born yet—pisses off.
Ridiculous, right? But that’s how I am.
I can’t help it.
So yeah, what right do I have to complain if she doesn’t want seeing other girls, when I’d act even worse in her shoes? I’m the definition of a hypocrite.
And while I’m sitting here drowning in all this bullshit, I’m also balls-deep inside the only girl in the world Isabelle trusts enough to let be alone with.
That’s just how I am—it’s in my nature.
All I can do is make sure my fun never reaches Isabelle’s ears.
«R-Ren, tell the tru—aaaaaaah...»
Luckily, her orgasm cuts off that question before it goes any further.
Wipes her thoughts clean in one big wave of pleasure.
She hesitates, probably shaken by how intense it was, but then starts moving again—harder than before.
Inflatable doll, my ass.
I’ve been lying still this whole ti while she does all the work for both of us.
God... Elaine’s pussy is sothing else.
Just the right width—loose enough to slide in without effort, but still tight enough to feel every single movent.
It’s insane, like it was made just for my cock.
And then, the sweetest words ever to co out of her mouth:
«R-Ren, if you want... co inside... I’m on the pill anyway...»
Didn’t need to hear that twice.
Those words are like flipping a switch.
Aaaaah... what a relief.
Cumming inside Elaine is the weirdest thing ever, but fuck, I’d do it again a hundred tis.
Though now that I think about it... we didn’t kiss.
Weird, right?
You’d expect it to co naturally during sex, but the thought didn’t even cross my mind.
And judging by the way she never leaned in either, it didn’t cross hers either.
She was too busy using her mouth for other things—like prying into my business.
All in all, easily the weirdest fuck of my life, but also one of the best.
Despite everything.
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