The End of the Game

Marco was in the living room, lost in a self-induced trance. He had given in to temptation. After hesitating for a long time, his hand had finally begun its work. He did it slowly at first, savoring the images his mind created: Lucy moaning, Javier touching her, the two of them tangled in his bed. He was so engrossed that he completely lost track of time. When he finally glanced down at the clock, a jolt of panic shook him. A little over an hour had passed.

He put his penis back in his pants and shot up, a little dazed. With hurried steps and his heart pounding, he headed to his.

he got closer, he could hear moans, but this time they were Javier's. He entered without making much noise, opening the door stealthily. The only thing he heard clearly was Javier saying, "...how good it felt..."

The scene that greeted him left him paralyzed. Javier was standing with his back to him, in front of Lucy, who was sitting on the bed. She was completely topless and only wearing her panties. Her head was at the level of Javier's penis, and one of her hands was resting on his crotch. They hadn't noticed his arrival.

Marco cleared his throat, a dry sound that cut through the air. Javier turned abruptly and Lucy peeked her head out from behind him, her eyes wide with surprise. As he turned completely, Marco could see Javier's penis, fully erect and out of his pants.

"Oh well!" Javier said, with feigned frustration and a mischievous look. "I guess it's not happening today... unless Marco wants to watch."

Marco stared at him, jealousy burning in his eyes. "That's enough for today," he said, his voice a block of ice.

Javier, understanding that the game was over, pulled up his pants. He left, but not before looking at Lucy one last time and telling Marco, with a knowing smile, "Thanks for letting me touch your girl."

As soon as the door closed, Lucy stood up. Marco couldn't help but notice how incredibly wet her panties were, the fabric dark and stuck to her skin. She began to get dressed in silence, putting on the yellow dress.

"Some things happened today," she said finally, without looking at him. "But I feel too tired to... do it with you. I'll leave it to your imagination what could have led me to that situation." She paused and then added, with a tone of reproach, "And if I did more than I should have today, it was because you took too long to come back."

Very flirtatiously, she walked him to the door of the house. Right on the threshold, she turned to him. "You shouldn't be so slow, Marco," she warned. "Or someone might get to do a lot of things with me before you do." She gave him a mischievous smile. "Or maybe... if you prefer, I could experiment with others first."

Seeing the confusion and desire on his face, she moved closer. "I'll be free tomorrow too. But this time I want to talk to you about what happened. And also," she whispered, her voice growing hoarse, "I want to feel your penis in my hand as well."

Lucy left, leaving him like that, planted at the door of his own house. She knew he had been masturbating. When he entered the room, she had noticed a small glint of pre-cum on his hand. And she'd bet that, after everything she had just told him, he would do it again as soon as she left.

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