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The ride back to the apartment was quiet. Josh tried to start a conversation, but I couldn’t bear to speak to him. I had utterly betrayed him. I tried to tell myself it wasn’t my fault. That the sex was so good, that I couldn’t resist it. A pitiful excuse, I realize. It felt like I had become a slutty, high school cheerleader. "Babe…you ok?" I heard Josh ask. "Oh. Yeah. I’m…I’m fine." "Did Simon do something stupid while you two were alone?" he asked, half-joking. "He sometimes says stupid things…but he is pretty harmless." fake porn auditions I guiltily gulped down. "No…" I said quietly "…he didn’t do anything…" I tried to put it out of my mind and act natural. That didn’t work out. I think I came off worse, cause Josh kept quiet for the rest of the trip. We arrived at his apartment and I quickly ran to the bathroom. I took a nice, cold shower, to put my mind at ease. "Alright. This was a one-time thing. I love Josh…He’s my boyfriend, the best I ever had. This was just a minor set-back. A one-time mistake. It won’t happen again." I got out of the shower, in my thin, robe. Josh awaited on the bed, in his boxers, doing a sexy pose. "Hey babe…ready for some a’loving?" he said, half-teasing. I couldn’t help but giggle. I was gonna try to redeem myself, by having sex with my boyfriend…yes. I’ve sunk incredibly low. "Alright sexy…" I said, slowly slipping my robe off. "…I’m ready." casting couch pornhub I got on top of him and kissed him, gently biting down his lower lip. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and put his hands on my hips. We made out for a few minutes. Josh caressed my body, slowly moving up towards my tits. He was so gentle…completely different from Simon, I thought. NO! Stop thinking about Simon. Josh is here. With me. He is my boyfriend. NOT Simon. He took my nipples and gently rubbed them between his fingers. It was quite arousing, I must admit. I slipped his boxers off, revealing his throbbing cock. I smiled at him, as I wrapped my mouth around it and went down. His cock was as amazing as always. I could feel my pussy getting wet, as his cock was grinding against my throat, getting bigger in my mouth. I felt my body burning up. I kept getting hornier and hornier. I wanted my boyfriend’s cock inside me. I couldn’t wait for it. Suddenly, I felt a thick, warm liquid, slipping down my throat. It was semen. Josh had cum…in my mouth…after a few minutes of blowing him. I had no choice but to swallow his semen and pull myself up. "Oh shit…" Josh said, pulling up as well. "…I’m so sorry babe. I thought I could hold it longer." I tried answering. But sexual frustration overwhelmed me. Silently, I stood off the bed and went to the bathroom. "Babe…" Josh called after me. "It…" I forced myself to speak. "It’s fine…" I looked back at him, forcing a smile. Quite a convincing one, apparently cause it convinced Josh. The fucker fell right back into bed. "Sorry again babe." He yelped, before resting his head on the pillow and falling asleep.

I locked myself in the bathroom. "Idiot…" I cried out, silently, making sure not to wake him. "…he is such an idiot." I was clenching my fists so hard, the pain went from mild, to unbearable, to unnoticeable. "I have goddamn needs too." As much as this makes me a bitch, I was glad that I had fucked his brother. At least he knew how to satisfy a woman. In fact…

I slowly walked out of the apartment, carefully avoiding anything that might awake Josh. The streets were still wet but, lucky for me, the rain had stopped. I casting couch auditions found where my car was parked and got in. Half an hour later, I was back at Josh’s parents’ house. I dialed the number Simon had left in my skinny jeans pocket. The next few minutes felt like hours. I was trembling. Nervous, anxious, guilt-stricken and scared. The door of the house opened and a figure came walking out, slowly, towards me. I rolled down the window of my car. Simon stood there, in front backstage couch of me. He wore a sleeveless shirt that showed off all the right muscles in all the right ways and boxers that showed off his nice, muscly legs. "Hey." I said, quietly. "Hey sexy…" he grinned. "I really thought you’d last at least a day…Couldn’t stay away could you?" he teased. I was going to say something snarky, but I realized it’d be pointless. He was right after all. "Just get in the car…" I scoffed, closing the window. He got in. The moment he sat down he was checking me out. I can’t blame him. I dressed special for this occasion. A tank top, with a cleavage so revealing, some wouldn’t even consider it a shirt, no bra beneath it, so he can enjoy the view of my voluptuous breasts. A mini skirt…Ha! pornstar commits suicide …more like a belt, so he can marvel at the beauty of my long, sexy legs. And a secret he couldn’t see well yet. No panties, for a quick getaway at any sign of trouble. "So where we goin’ sexy?" Simon asked. "I don’t know. I was thinking some place secluded…where we won’t get caught." I answered. "Pfft." He scoffed. "Boring…Here…" he pulled out his phone, marking a place on his GPS. "Just follow this." And I did…

To be continued.