“I thought about it. Look, I—”
“I can’t be here right now,” I said, grabbing my shirt. It was crazy how quickly you could forget about your troubles when you were concerned about someone else, even your girlfriend’s infidelity. A whole fucking month? “Bitch…”
I snorted at his single-word response to my shattered relationship. She hesitated and looked at me. “Is there anything else I can do?”
She shook her head, “No, thank you. My cock pulsed, and we both felt white ropes of warm semen coat the walls of her pussy. “What’re you doing here?” he asked. I told her to leave and lock the door on the way out. Do you need to talk?”
I shook my head and said, “I do, but I’m going to grab coffee with a friend.” I tried giving her a half-hearted smile.
