Dilemma

Now I was in a pickle. A knock-em-dead gorgeous woman wanted to have sex with me, but, in order to do so, I had to betray an old friend. The kicker was that she'll keep fucking me to keep me quiet. Several months of wild sex or betrayal of ten years of friendship. My mind was torn, and I paused.

Anne was still looking me in the eye, but her hand grabbed mine and ran my palm along her hip, up her side, and to her breast. She rubbed my fingers across her tit and licked her lips. She squeezed her mountain with my hand between her hand and her firm, warm skin. Her other hand reached out and rubbed my cock through my jeans. She briefly closed her eyes and moaned.

Now my mind was in tumoil as my little brain fought hard against my big brain. "Delicious hot babe throwing herself at you!" said the little brain. "Don't betray a friend!" shouted the big brain, struggling to control the other brain against overwhelming odds. Upping the odds, she ground my hand into her tit and unzipped my fly to fish out my burgeoning manhood; I could clearly feel her taut nipple across my palm, and Mr. Happy was very happy. "Tits and cunt! Tits and cunt! Betrayal is such an abstract term!" yelled the little brain. All the big brain could come up with was a lame "Kevin wouldn't do this to you!"