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He pulls the drawer of his bedside table then takes something out, climbs the bed again to be next to me. I sit up, clutching the duvet close to my chest to hide my body.

He opens his palm, showing two packets of condom with different colors.

"Pick one," he offers as if they're two candies with different flavors, "we're using both tonight but which one do you want to use first?"

Gulp. Key word: tonight.

"The longer you decide, the more impatient I become. I'm not so nice when I'm impatient."

The blue packet is already in my hand as soon as he finishes his words. I don't want to get on his bad side, because I don't know who is this Toffer I'm dealing with. I've lost my best friend somewhere during the fucking.

"Good choice. Now put it on me like I've shown you last week."

I stare at him and his boxer, waiting for him to take it off. He is now kneeling in front of me, with his clothed penis only inches away from my face.

"Go on," he encourages with his eyes directed towards his bo