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The good thing about the dynamic between Roger and me was we did not need small talk. No dancing around what was expected from each other. If I was knocking on my door, Roger knew why. And if Roger opened his home to me, I knew he accepted my reasoning.

It felt like four in the morning, but as I followed Roger to his bed, I noticed the clock read nine eleven at night.

“You’re off early tonight,” Roger said as he pulled off his boxer shorts and laid on his back on the bed.

“It wasn’t busy tonight, so they cut me,” I lied while reaching back and removing my bra before shimmying out of my pants.

I laid on top of Roger, the roundness of his body causing mine to shape like a crescent moon around his. As I kissed his lips, his hand wasted no time reaching between my legs.

“Oh. Wet already,” Roger smiled.

“For you, always,” I smiled back.

I kissed down to his chest, taking note that his boobs were rapidly approaching the size of mine. Roger’s nipples were sensitive, and I all the time admired how quickly they got hard when encountered by my tongue and mouth. Roger was not interested in that though and his hand found the top and my head and pushed me lower. I didn’t withstand and allowed my tongue to slide over his belly and waist before arriving at the prize.

Roger’s dick immediately got hard in my mouth which was very much welcome after the experience less than half an hour ago. I pulled Roger’s dick out of my mouth and concentrated on his balls. My tongue slowly roamed over each of his balls. As I took one into my mouth and sucked it, Roger moaned in approval. As I licked lower, Roger rolled his legs toward his chest, as much as he could, providing me access to what Owen had denied.

I used my hands to part his ass cheeks and gave his asshole a quick lick. I thought how many, if any, had done this for Roger before as I softly lapped up and down over his puckered part. I pulled my face back as Roger lowered his legs to the bed again, unable to hold them up any longer. We had been in bed for less than ten minutes and Roger was already drenched in sweat.

“How do you want me?” I asked, playfully cupping my 36C breasts.

“You know,” Roger smiled.

“Tell me,” I teased.

“Reverse cowgirl,” Roger instructed.

“You like watching my ass?” I asked.

Roger smiled and nodded.

I positioned myself facing away from him and quickly lowered myself onto his cock. My phone rang and as I rode Roger’s cock, I assumed it was Owen coming to his senses and calling me to come back to his apartment. Little did he know I had already found the comfort of another man’s bed.

That other man’s hand had delivered two swift slaps to my right ass cheek before sliding his finger up and down my ass crack. I sped up my hips, moving them in a waving motion which accepted the penetration of Roger’s dick. My moans had emerged in a hurry, filling the room and certainly alerting the neighbors to our transgressions. I amplified my moans even louder to drown out the repeated ringing of my phone.

My hand reached down and rubbed my clitoris, and it didn’t take long for me to cum. As I twitched on top of Roger’s cock in an attempt to control myself, Roger’s finger stopped teasing me and entered my ass.

After I gathered myself, I continued riding Roger’s cock.

“Are you going to cum soon?” I asked.

“Yes,” Roger grunted.

“Tell me when.”

“Now,” Roger gasped.

I hopped off of Roger and took his dick in my mouth just in time to receive his first squirt of cum. I sucked him hungrily as more and more of Roger’s cum filled my mouth and made its way into my stomach. Roger grabbed my head with both hands, holding it still, no longer allowing me to bob up and down on it.

I felt the final pulse unload into my mouth before pulling my mouth off of him and smiling.

“That was a lot of cum,” I smirked.

“Yet you always manage to swallow it all,” Roger winked.

I was proud. I had mastered swallowing to the point where very few men overwhelmed me with their cum. I buried my head in the nook of Roger’s underarm and my fingers traced tracks through the sweat that covered his chest.

My phone rang once again. I climbed out of bed and walked over to the table where my phone was obnoxiously humming. Twelve missed calls from Nicole. I decided to answer this one, but I quickly realized I wish I hadn’t.

As Nicole rambled on, tears flooded out of my eyes and down my face.

“Is everything okay?” Roger asked as he stood up and walked over to me.

Even at a time as serious as this, I still couldn’t help but notice how his small, soft penis bounced around between his legs as he walked.

I hung up the phone and began bawling. I hugged Roger, my tears now mixing in with his sweat as both of us stood naked at the foot of his bed.

“What’s going on?” Roger asked more urgently.

“She’s dead,” I cried.

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