Doe and another girl

A pair of enormous double-D’s bounce up and down in front of your face. The crimson redhead throws her head back and moans out loud as she rides the thick cock between her legs, each move of her body making a slick squishing noise as the shaft pushes apart her pink lips.

You gasp as you see who’s beneath her. Hands on the redhead’s hips. His own hips thrusting up into her wet pussy. Doe moans out passionately as the redhead’s pussy engulfs his throbbing member. The bed squeaks beneath his ass as he lies back and enjoys the fucking.

Neither of them seem to have noticed you. You slowly step back and close the door behind you. The sounds remain. Every squeak of the bed and every gasp of pleasure is like a knife in your heart as you back into the hallway.

This was supposed to be our night, you think, I was supposed to be his going away present.

You stagger down the hallway in a daze, trying to collect your thoughts. No tears come. There’s no point to crying. You manage to move far enough away from the sound of the lovemaking to block it out of your mind. You stare down at the floor.

“Are you alright?” you hear a voice nearby. You look up to find that you’re next to the pool room, and one of the guys who was playing pool is now next to you. He places a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

You look him over. Jet black hair with bangs that reach for his eyes. A pair of thin glasses that make him seem intelligent and sexy at the same time. A think physique, though the loose shirt he’s wearing makes it difficult to tell if he’s toned or not.

“I’m alright,” you manage to respond.

“What’s going on? You were staggering back there,” he asks. “I’m Elliot, by the way.”