No, but Emily seems happy.

The rest of the week goes by in a blur, you come home to Emily either ready for you to lick her pussy, or telling you about how much better she’s getting at deepthroating every day, always accompanied by that salty taste in your mouth. A few times you come home and she has crusty white residue in her hair, she truly is going the extra mile to make this feel real.

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When the weekend comes she tells you she’s going out for the day; “He says it’s time for me to lose my last cherry. I’ll make sure you get to clean up after.” Then, with a quick peck on the cheek she’s out the door, a bounce in her step that makes her jiggle in all the right places. You cant help but spend the day hard, her commitment to teasing you like this driving you up the wall, and making it take everything to not stroke yourself to completion.

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Emily comes back after dark, lipstick smeared, a light wince on her face as she walks. “Bedroom, I need you to kiss it better.” Are all you get as she walks past you. In the time it takes you to follow her she on the bed, ass in the air, dress hiked up. You notice her lack of panties first, the redness and gape of her asshole second. “Don’t just stand there, I’m sore, come lick it better!” She snaps, and the tone sets you scrambling to do as you’re told.

Once again, the smell and taste are the same, thick off-white globs leaking out of her stretched hole are all you need to know she used the fake cum again. Her toes curl as you lick her back door, thick cheeks almost smothering you. “I took it like a whore for him, that big fat cock. He shoved it all the way in my poor hole, so you better be grateful.” She groans, and you are, so grateful that she’s willing to make it seem real. So grateful in fact that you hump towards her a little as you lick her ass, and explode, as much as you do at least, the moment your penis bumps her foot.

Your moan tips her off before the wetness soaks through her sock, and she makes a soft sound of disgust. “Eew, you know I hate having wet socks!” She shouts, pushing you away; “Now I have to go have a shower, you’ll be lucky if I tell you more next time.”