I Took Off Her Chastity Belt And Filled Her Dripping Pussy With My Cum

“Fuck, Marcus. If I never see her again, I’ll be sad, but I don’t regret the time I spent with her, no matter how much it hurt to let her go.”

Erin nodded. I slipped an arm around her shoulders as she threw hers around my middle and squeezed me tight. I gave them as much of a breakdown of the conversation as I could remember, which reduced the forty-five-minute conversation to a minute and a half… not a minute. I had to be careful. “And?” I whispered, searching her face for any sign of an answer. I plopped into another wingback on the opposite side of a small table in front of Helen and answered the unasked question. “Marcus!” Danni shouted, standing up from the table outside Helena’s—the brunch spot where we agreed to meet. Eventually, I pulled away from Natashya, turned, and slipped to the floor with my back to the desk as I tried to catch my breath. What was I lacking? I felt fingers squeeze my shoulder and looked to my left to see Erin looking like she had just awakened.