Emily clung to the pillow, her moans driving me crazy. I grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer.
I moved my hips like I was mad, thrusting fast and deep into her.
Her pussy was soaking wet, splashing everywhere with each thrust.
Suddenly, Emily's body tensed, her hips bucking wildly, but I kept her down with each thrust.
Then, a gush of her juices sprayed out, splashing onto my abs.
She came hard, and I tensed up, my cock pressing deep inside her.
A thick stream of cum shot out, filling her up. As I pulled out, my cock trembled a few times.
Gasping for breath, I stared at our connection.
Emily's pink pussy was reddened, gaping open, the soft flesh inside still trembling, with my cum mixing with her juices.
She looked incredibly seductive, just looking at her made me hard again. I was about to slide back inside her when the sound of the doorknob turning reached us.
"David, are you asleep?" John's voice came through.
Emily and I looked at each other in panic, unsure what to do.
John continued, "I know you're not asleep yet. Open up, I need to talk to you."
"Can't it wait until tomorrow?" I replied, annoyed.
I jumped out of bed, picked up Emily, and threw her skirt and shoes into the bathroom, then gently closed the bathroom door.
"Don't be so rude. I'm not messing you up," John complained.
I cursed under my breath, "Of course I'm rude, you just messed up my sex!"
I slipped back into bed, quickly covering the wet spot with a blanket. I grabbed a bathrobe, slid it over my shoulders, and tied the belt just enough to stay on. With a slow, deliberate motion, I walked to the door and opened it.
"Speak up, if you have nothing to say, go away." I stood at the door with messy hair, impatiently responding.
"I really need to talk to you, let me in," John urged.
I looked him up and down, feeling that he was sincere, so I let him in.
As soon as John entered, he noticed a strange smell in the room. He sniffed carefully and asked, "David, why does your room smell weird? It's an indescribable fishy smell."
"I was masturbating. What do you think this smell is?" I retorted with irritation.
John's expression immediately showed a hint of apology. "Sorry, I didn't expect you to be doing that in the room, I thought you wouldn't be in the mood for that after fighting today."
"It's okay, what's up?" I waved my hand casually, sitting on the bed, skillfully covering the sticky spot on the sheet.
"I was just wondering, are the bars still looking for male models?"
"Why? Are you planning to apply for that?" I looked at John, confused.
I noticed his expression was strange, like he had made a big decision. Especially since he suddenly brought this up, I had a bad feeling.
"Yeah, can you talk to Mr. Nelson about it?" he nodded.
"Are you nuts? You just got with Emily, and now you wanna be a male model? Aren't you worried she'll dump you?"
John rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "I don't plan on telling her. There aren't many high-paying part-time jobs right now. If I end up working at a burger joint or a supermarket, their closing times are pretty much the same as ours, and I won't make much money."
He continued, "But working at a bar is too risky. I don't want Emily to take that risk with me. So, I want to handle more on my own, help her out at home, and then we can get married."
"What?" I exclaimed, surprised. "You're planning to marry her?"
"Yeah, I think she's a good girl," he said seriously.
Damn! A good girl! Would a good girl cheat with Robert? Would a good girl still have sex with me while having a boyfriend?
Emily and I hooked up twice, and both times she made the first move. If John was just fooling around, I could let them do their thing. But if John was serious, as a good friend, I felt I should advise him.
"Don't you have a thing about virginity? Have you thought about what to do if she's not a virgin?" I reminded him.
John shrugged and explained, "Well, people's thoughts change. I don't really care about that anymore. Plus, once I work as a male model, I'll sleep with plenty of women. It's Emily who will be at a disadvantage."
I was convinced. "Alright, I'll find time next week to talk to Mr. Nelson at the bar."
"Thanks, I'll leave now." John got up and walked towards the door.
"Okay." I followed him, watched him return to his room, then closed and locked the door.
Immediately, I ran to the bathroom to find Emily.
As soon as I entered the bathroom, I saw Emily facing the mirror, with one leg raised on the washbasin.
Her pussy was exposed to the air. Through the mirror, I could see her round clit, and below it, her vagina was spread wide open.
Her fingers were playing with her pussy, with juices slowly flowing out, wetting the washbasin.
She stared at herself in the mirror, her red lips slightly parted, moaning softly and continuously. Her expression was pure desire, utterly seductive, and dripping with lust.
When she saw me, she parted her lips and slid her hand into her mouth, sensually exploring every corner with her fingers.
Sticky saliva flowed from the corner of her mouth, wetting her fingers. She looked at me with a lascivious and obsessed gaze, moaning towards me, her moans becoming louder and more soul-stirring.
I exclaimed inwardly, 'Damn, she's so slutty.'
Originally, I was going to let her go tonight, considering how much John liked her.
But her seductive behavior directly stimulated my cock to harden. The rationality I had just established was completely shattered.
As I stroked my cock, I walked towards Emily, embracing her from behind.
My fingers touched her lower abdomen and reached her pussy, with my middle finger inserted into her pussy.