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Shockingly, the website ends up on a 404 error. There is no more access.

"Ah, crap..." Josh comments.

"Too bad..." Kayenne adds.

So, the fun is over, and the group leaves the room.

"Don't worry, I still want to wear your makeup tonight..." Mike's girlfriend whispers in his ear.

"Can't wait for tonight, then..."

Indeed, that evening, after a good game of LoL, each on their PC, Kayenne put back on a wig and sucked his cock happily. It felt even more natural than before and after discharging on her face, she quickly grabbed her phone for a picture.

"Crazy how I'm really enjoying this!" She comments.

"Does it bother you?" Mike asks.

Putting back her phone, and sitting on his lap, she thinks. "Not really, it feels weird, but I'm liking that weirdness, you know? I'm a weirdo, but it feels too liberating for me to stop. It's our fun together, and it feels good."

"I think I get it."

"I know I said, I would like you more, fit, but honestly, forget it, you're great as you are. And I love getting your spunk all over my face."

"Thank you, I love seeing you like this."

"I'm sure you do, you pervert!" Kayenne tells him, smiling.

"I'm the pervert? You're the one who keeps pictures of herself with cum all over her face!"

He throws Kayenne on the bed and gets above her as they laugh. Stopping a moment to look at each others, Mike feels the words coming out.

"I love you."

She turns red, looking a bit embarrassed.

"A-After just two days?"

"I have memories of you that surface, slowly taking over the old ones, months of memories."

"So... you too..." She says. "Well, even if it's from a stupid site, I admit, I feel something strong too..."

Feeling awkward and embarrassed, they got back sitting on the bed, before Kayenne went to the bathroom to clean herself and take off the wig. Coming back, Mike asks.

"Wanna have sex without the wig sometimes?"

She makes a strange face before she says. "I don't know, it's not the same."

"Ok, no problem. Don't worry."

"Let's watch the last Marvel you wanted to see." She says, dodging the subject.

In the bed, the movie on, they barely stay awake until the credits, and fall asleep in each other's arm.