Join Frank at your new home

It was quite the shock once you arrived at your new home. It was a small house in a bad neighborhood, with a broken wooden fence around it and a barbeque grill in the yard. You still follow Frank into the building, and grow aware of the smell of old meals and burned food. Parts of the floor were covered with carpet, other parts were layered with wooden tiles, and dust was everywhere. While Frank goes for the kitchen, you continue looking around.

The bedroom was almost entirely empty, except for a really old wooden wardrobe, a dirty carpet and a big mattress in the middle of the room. The bathroom on the other side of the hallway looked gross, the sink hadn't been properly cleaned in a long time, the medicine cabinet looked cheap and had a dirty mirror, and the toilet wasn't in a good shape either. Upon opening the cabinet you at least find some band-aids, sterile **** and... a couple of pregnancy tests? Probably some stuff belonging to one of his ex's. As you continue looking into it, you also find various other medicines for women, none of which sound familiar to you, but apparently he was dating a woman at some point who wanted to get pregnant. Creepy. After noticing some packages with 'fertility enhancement' written all over, you quickly close the cabinet.

You eventually join Frank for a better introduction to your new home, and he finishes the round by guiding you back to the old mattress in the bedroom. At first you're confused what the two of you are supposed to do there, but you get the idea when he takes off his pants and shirt. After hesitating for a moment, you reach down and unzip your jeans, unbuckle your belt, and take off your clothes as well.

Now you stood there awkwardly, with your perky breasts exposed and the red triangle between your legs fully visible. Frank at least was happy, while you were still trying to figure out how to have sex... on a mattress... on the ground. He simply guided you down, and you could feel the hard texture of the cheap mattress. It wasn't nearly as comfortable as the bed you had back home.

Instead of looking at your face, Frank rolled you right over onto your belly before kicking your legs apart and sliding his dick into the welcoming comforts of your cunt. At least sex was still a familiar feeling. In and out he went, at a steady pace. It was also kind of nice that you no longer had to endure the squeaking of your bed frame, so that was kind of an upside. That thought leads right next to your next discovery - you could moan freely without having to be afraid that anyone hears you.

When Frank begins picking up the pace, you just let yourself go completely and moan in tune to his thrusts, freely letting your voice fill the room until he hilted his meat inside of you and triggered your own climax. Warm waves pulsed through you and gave you the safe, relaxing sensations that you needed so badly.

You also didn't have to be as tidy anymore either, pinned underneath Frank you could feel his hot spunk trickling out of you, but he didn't bother letting you take care of it. Drip, drop, it kept on leaking and staining the already dirty mattress even further. Somewhat happy and content, the two of you fall asleep like that.

The next morning, you are the first one to wake up and make your way to the bathroom. As you sit down on the sticky toilet seat, you look down and see a couple drops of red fluid on your thigh. Your period! You aren't pregnant!

Though something tells you that Frank won't be as happy as you are about the news.