Twenty-five

CJ

I burst into full-hearted laughter, my heart ringing with joy at the sight of Lenora who tore off like a scared rabbit.

She was two-timing that stupid boy and it caused a flush of warmth to spread through my body. I'd fantasized about the feeling of satisfaction knowing that Lenora was mine and mine alone.

"Aren't you too harsh on him? Or perhaps you've jealous that he's got the girl," my subconscious mocked me. "She sleeps in his apartment and not yours. He has free access to fuck her, but you don't."

"Yeah yeah, whatever," I snarled, too satisfied by Lenora's pussy juices to be bothered by my inner voice right now.

Although all I did tonight was received, it gave me so much pleasure, so much that I grew hot and feverish with a fireball of pure bliss raging inside of me.

It was better than the real deal.

Lenora was so beautiful beyond words, and I relished in her taste, her scent, and every touch she bestowed upon me.

Her taste was exquisite on my tongue, and I smiled, reme