This is a work of fiction. Enjoy!
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As per usual a slight push was enough to welcome me home. The door wasn't supposed to be knocked ever which meant anyone from anywhere could enter our place, dangerous but thrilling nonetheless.
I plopped my handbag on a rundown table by the door when I heard not-so-faint moans.
She was sprawled out on the couch with a laptop on the coffee table next to a nearly empty bottle of lube. I leaned forward to offer some uninvited assistance.
"Hello, darling," I whispered with my most seductive tone and allowed my hands to escape inside her wide-neck tank top. She welcomed my assistance and muttered a quick "Thanks" leading me to continue.
Her nipples went perky under my touch. They were small and not so sensitive to everybody's displeasure, unlike her ears which responded all too quickly. Only if those good-for-nothing men would bring their attention to her ears, she would bless them with her real orgasms.
Touching her breasts was my choice of poison but whispering sweet nothings into her ears was my aid to her quick climax. I pinched those nipples and sucked on her sweet spots until she dug her nails into my forearm as she came.
"Damn it!" She heard me say as she crashed on the couch scantily clad.
"Thanks, babe," she slurred.
"Don't thank me, you idiot. I thought you were with some man yesterday. Weren't you?"
"Eh? As if he could finish at least ten thrusts," She said giggling so hard that made me crack into a smile.
"Bloody nympho, you are," I uttered and undressed from my jeans and restrictive top.
"How was your club?" She said pulling my attention.
I dug my hands inside my purse and pulled out a wad of bills. I turned around naked seductively and traced that wad against my skin.
"Fuck! You are good," She said amused.
I let out a sigh.
"I didn't see a single woman today," I pulled on a tank top and dug out a pair of shorts from my laundry pile. The dirty and fresh laundry piles were already mixed up long ago. I even suspected that I was wearing one of her tops.