You sit beside a friend, on the leather couch at the side of your listening room.
It has been a magnificent evening out, dancing and laughing. The food has been exquisite and the wine
sublime.
You are both beautiful in your evening dresses, but your cleavage is more magnificent, and your
happiness and radiance shines bright for me. You are the more beautiful by far and I reflect on my love
for you.
I have been sitting on the couch next to the door, and the three of us have been smoking some weed.
You hook your finger towards me and say softly “come here my lover”
I walk to you, and you kiss me softly, your mouth open, your tongue caressing mine. In front of her, as
you would kiss me when we are alone. Your fingernail finds the top of my cock through my pants and
you scrape along its length, tickling the head, where you know I like it.
You ask me softly, politely, to bring some drinks.
You tell me, with a little more force, to it slowly, to do it calmly and to do it naked.
I am gone a little while and I return nude, my cock long and thick, fully tumescent as I stand before you,
before her, and hand you the drinks.
You thank me by stroking my cock a little and then I return to the couch, naked, erect, wanting.
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