Sarah started talking about the future more. “We should look for a place together,” she said one evening, scrolling through apartment listings on her phone. “Something with a backyard maybe. Closer to my dad’s so we can visit easy.”
I nodded, smiling like everything was normal, but my stomach twisted. David and I both knew this couldn’t keep going forever. Still, neither of us wanted to stop. The pull was too strong. Every time I thought about ending it, I remembered how his thick c**k felt buried inside me, how his rough hands gripped my hips, how his deep growl made me lose control.
That Friday Sarah had plans with her friends until late. David texted me at noon: “Motel on Route 9. Room 12. 8pm. Don’t be late.”
I showed up right on time, heart hammering. The place was cheap and run-do
