Now, the tip of his dick was pointing up to her chin. Her motions became exaggerated, elongated, and it was exactly what made Tristan wish it was him in her place. “Cum for me, baby,” she murmured, the strokes slowing to an agonizing yet tantalizing rhythm.With a drawn-out moan, Roth came, the cum spurting up onto the smooth skin of her chest. She took his cock in her hand, trailing the tip between her breasts before running the pad of her thumb over it seductively. As Tristan swallowed gulps on saliva, his own cock fully erect inside his tight pants. Tristan felt like someone was clenching his chest tightly as he saw Roth grab Veronica and kiss her passionately. Unable to withhold any more, he dragged his feet to his room with a heavy feeling inside him. Would Roth ever kiss him that passionately, he doubted that. Roth would never be his, he was certain of that. x - x - xNext morning, they were in the kitchen - Roth in an unusually cheery mood. As Tristan was beating the eggs to

Their car stopped in front of the state university. Roth looked questioningly at Tristan who was busy calling someone on his phone.Minutes later, she walked out of the university, with a bag slung on her shoulder, clad in a plaid skirt and knee-boots, looking very different from that day at the party. Roth amusedly raised an eyebrow at Tristan as if to say, “really?” The chauffeur stepped out of the car to open a door for her, as Tristan scooted over next to Roth to make room for her, such that he would be sandwiched between both of them. After she was settled in and the car started moving forward, Tristan introduced them to each other. Roth stretched out a hand which she reluctantly took. She was exclusively quiet, which was very unlike her. Tristan pulled out his phone to text her an apology to her for bringing Roth along. Roth peered over his shoulder to see who he was texting as he opened Eleanor’s chat, “So you guys text on dates?” Roth threw his head back and laughed as Tris

The rest of the work week turned out to be quite hectic for both Roth and Tristan. They would occasionally bump into each other in the corridors of their company or their mansion. Tristan did not get the time to call Eleanor back, neither did he hear from her in any way. Just like that, Friday arrived. Friday morning they saw each other for the first time that week after the dinner with Craig. Tristan had ordered the chef to get him breakfast that day, and he was sitting on the dining table, munching on his omelet when Roth entered the kitchen, yawning. “Morning, Tristan.” Tristan looked up from his plate and greeted him with a smile, “Afternoon, sleepy head.” Roth simply grinned, pressing a button in the coffee maker, when Tristan asked, “Did Craig confirm anything?” Tristan was inwardly praying that he had not, but that man could obviously not let a chance to third-wheel them go. “Oh yeah, he will be joining us today.” “Don’t you think dedicating too many segments to the LGBTQ+

Craig still looked salty but simply nodded his head obediently. Tristan put his mug down on the table, and joined both of his hands, resting his chin and looked at Craig as if he were in a fan moment, and asked with a fake dazed expression on his face, “So, uh, Mr. Craig, tell me more stuff about gay sex that I don’t want to know. Oh, by the way, big fan.” He kept that pose intact for a while before breaking into laughter. Roth also could not help his laughter. Roth and Tristan high-fived each other, not noticing the evil daggers that Craig was throwing at Tristan from his eyes. None of them really took notice when Craig left the table to take a call. Episode 38Craig had left the studio before either of them did. He had also been surprisingly quiet after that, to the point that Tristan contemplated apologizing to him after the show. Perhaps his mockery had gone a bit too far this time. However, he did not get the chance to do that. Craig had already slipped away when he was congra

She squirmed, raising her arms over her head while Roth began thrusting up and up beneath her. She held on tightly with her thighs, laughing at the wildness rising in them both. She felt her eyes roll back in her head. Her hands, fluttering frantically about for anything to hold, found his shoulders and gripped with all their strength. Her orgasm was not the pleasant shivering she had experienced earlier, but a powerful, convulsive clenching and unclenching that wrenched a cry of joy from her throat. For a moment, the world went red. When her vision cleared, she looked down to see his brow knit as in concentration. He gasped for air, his eyes closed tightly. Then, as his back stiffened beneath her, he opened his eyes and a deep, throaty groan answered her cry. She got off him and fell on the bed, burrowing her face in the sheets, as Roth threw a cover on her. She dozed off after a while, but sleep could not be farther away from Roth’s eyes. His mind was now much after having sex,