Amy...
Slowly peel off her underwear for Larry.
The pale redhead removed her thong with a single, graceful movement. The delicate fabric slid down her athletic legs and fell to the floor. As she removed it, a look of despair, sadness, and guilt was shown on her beautiful face. The same face that her boyfriend saw every day for the last four years, that he loved, twisted into Larry plaything. John's face turns into a mask of anger.
Amy finally stood before Larry, completely bare naked, as her best friend drank in the sight of her fully exposed figure, relishing his conquest of her body and her defeat in the poker game. His fingers dug into the side of her ass cheek as he forced her closer to his torso. The suddenness of this forceful grasp surprised and startled her.
Larry moved his tongue on Amy's lips and open mouth before making her stand in the middle of the room, like a prized animal being shown to a potential buyer. Then he snapped his finger to point a spot on the floor.
John just sat there, not knowing what to do. "U-umm, I think, m-maybe Amy isn't-"
Larry cut John off once more with a cold stare and said, "Stop stammering, pussy boy. If you can't stand the heat, don't sit at the fucking kitchen table."
With that, Larry walked towards Amy's new, open, naked spot. He got up close to her. Amy stood motionless, fear gripping her mind and body. She could smell him and feel his breath against the nape of her neck, hot and thick. He slowly reached around her and traced his finger down her body. He gets to know her body, touching John girlfriend.
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