Chapter Thirty Two

Grabbing her thighs, he hoisted her up onto his hips, and pressed her groin up against hers. The hard ridge of her cock, pressed against her pelvis and the only thing she could think about from that point on was how good it was going to feel with him slamming into her.

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Tristan came out of the bathroom, the water dripping down his body, a towel tied to his waist as he used another towel drying his hair, he briefly closed his eyes as the image of Roth giving the supposed live in cook oral sex came flashing back. Pissed at his inability to get rid of the annoying flash back, he groaned loudly throwing the towel across the room.

It was all Roth's fault, he had always seen him as a best friend, nothing more than that. Roth was Killing him slowly, Tristan realized he was getting close to the verge of loosing it, he was getting close to the verge of telling Roth one of his deepest secret. He could not longer help it, it hurt to see Roth pleasuring someone else instead of him. It sh