And he does.

He walks to you, his dick rustling against the fabric of his cheap suit. The difference with Brad is crushing. You annihilate the thought, but it's been through your mind, leaving a dirty mark.

He looks dazed. You're half drunk now, the **** acting fast on your small frame. You haven't eaten, sex burned through your body sugars. It hits you like Mohammed Ali, and your wobbly legs stop supporting you. He catches you and suddenly you're deep in his arms, your cum covered hair mixing with his short hair, your dirty, sweaty, cummy body making a mess of his suit.

The smell is overpowering. You smell like cum, and sweat, and freshly, well-fucked young ladies... because you are exactly that. And you can tell his erection is still quite there.

He whispers in your ear.

"I love you too, Jen. I'm sorry I'm not good enough for you. I love you so much."

It sounds like he's the one who cheated. You almost feel angry. Is he really such a wimp?

You raise your eyes to his to respond, shut that line of thought, apologise in his stead, complain about Brad... but you don't expect what happens, his lips putting truth to the words he just said, kissing yours, your **** -soaked, cum-breathy lips.

You can't help it. You respond in kind. You do love him. You briefly think that you can't fuck again, you're too sore. Besides, you're dripping with cum, and while you do take the pill, you usually ask him to wear a condom to prevent a mess. You don't really want to rub it in? so it's probably better to eschew intercourse altogether.

He keeps kissing you, but you might be small, you're still an adult woman. If your legs don't hold your weight, he's going to have to let you sit, and he guides you to the bed, kissing you all the way. You can somehow taste Brad's cum on his lips now, and the feeling is just weird. His hand cups your asscheek tentatively, and the contrast with Brad's domineering stance hits again. Sure, Brad's an ass, and of course, you never agreed to this, but... Jake could really be a tiny bit more assertive. You whimper as the thought somehow hurts you, and he takes it for himself, pulling his hand away. You attempt to pull him back, but he misunderstands the pull on his neck. He thinks you ask him to kneel, and he does. You have no time to react and you watch in disbelief as his tongue traces your belly, following, by sheer luck or design, the path where Brad's cum ended up earlier. You mopped, and the smell is actually still coming from the tee, discarded at the foot of the bed, but you're far from clean, but Jake just licks your belly. His tongue is warm, you're drunk, and you're so happy he still loves you. You just cave in and let him kiss your ribs, your belly button... and he keeps going down.

You realize he's going to reach your pussy within seconds, but you can't bring yourself to stop him, not when you're that dizzy and his tongue feels that good.