You have passionate sex with your pretend girlfriend.

After the cocktail event you and Sophia take the elevator up to your room. You want to start undressing Sophia already, but there are other people in the elevator. It seems to take forever, but eventually you get to your floor and then you basically run to your room.

You and Sophia both quickly strip and you're able to forgo any foreplay. Within 30 seconds of getting inside the room you are on top of Sophia with your dick inside of her.

"Yes John, yes." Sophia calls out. You kiss her passionately, stopped her moans momentarily, but when you move to start kissing her neck she continues to call out your name.

Something seems different tonight. You have fucked many times, but there's a deeper connection between you and Sophia than you've felt before. You slow down your thrusting, in order to savor the moment and you gently rub a hand across Sophia's check. She looks up at you, you stare at each other briefly before Sophia tells you, "I love you, John."

You thrust deeply at hearing Sophia's confession. "I love you," she shouts loudly, now with her eyes closed. You fuck her harder and harder and then tell her "I love you, too. I love you so much." You couldn't really say if you were still playing along the whole boyfriend/girlfriend role, or if what you feel for Sophia is love. What is love, after all. You did love that Sophia was your fuck slut. And tonight she was also your lover.

You and your lover cum as the same time, shouting each other's names as you do so. You fill her pussy with her cum as you feel it quivering around your hard cock.

When Sophia gets up to wash away the cum that is dripping out of her pussy you text Emma to let her know that Sophia is taking good care of you.