With no other option coming to mind, I called Charlie. He dropped everything and came right over. I met him at the door, not even bothering to get dressed. I rushed into his arms and he held me, telling me it was going to be okay.
When my tears had subsided, he leaned in and kissed me. It wasn't a passionate kiss, it was sweet and comforting. Just the kind of kiss you need when something goes wrong. I melted into his embrace.
My own cock was starting to get hard, and i could feel his erection pushing against his jeans. For the moment I forgot about Amy.
I led him across the room to the couch. I sat my naked ass down on the arm and started unfastening his jeans. His cock popped out to greet me, and I took it into my mouth. He moaned and ran his fingers through my hair.
Charlie worked his wayout of his jeans as I sucked him, then pulled me up for another kiss. This one was different. We both wanted the same thing.
He gently turned me around and bent me over the arm of the couch. He dropped down and buried his face in my ass, hungrily eating my asshole.
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