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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by groves...)

She doesn’t. Her eyes roll back as Jamie’s grip tightens, his cock working her pussy into a froth.

She grabs at his arm, sinking her nails into his skin as she utters a low, growling groan. To your surprise, that arm quickly lifts from her neck and takes hold of her wrist. Rachel’s hand twitches under his tight grip, her eyes wide with shock. Jamie leans down and locks lips with her once again. She whimpers and moans as he refuses to let up on this rough treatment of your girlfriend.

You doubt either of them notice when you leave the room. The smacking of their lips and hips together drown out the sound of your footsteps as you finally remove yourself from the equation. Muffled by your best friend’s lips, the loud and desperate moans of your girlfriend still follow you down the hallway into the bathroom.

You turn the sink on full blast to drown out the noise as you step in the shower and wash the dried chlorine and sweat off of your body. In this minor break from the torment happening a few rooms over, you look down at your still-hard cock. You try, for a moment, to take care of it yourself, but every thought you have seems to float back to Jamie’s hand around Rachel’s neck, or Rachel’s lips around his cock, or the look in her eyes as she pushed you away.

Mercifully, when you walk out of the bathroom the sound in the guest room is muffled by the door. You don’t try the knob but you assume it’s locked. You can hear the faint rhythm of skin against skin, but you can’t bear to listen for any voices.

Your only choice at dealing with this seems to be alcohol. You look longingly at the cooler of beer you brought for the weekend, and then you think about the few bars you passed by on the way here and wonder if beer and beer alone will cut it.