Narration: Atticus presses your face further into the pillows, his cock stretching you out. From behind you look just like his best friend, he can almost imagine it’s not you his pounding into it.
Almost. You don’t sound alike at all. Your moans aren’t as sweet as he imagines his best friend’s are.
“Do you just wait around all day for me to fuck you?” he asks, his front nearly laid across your. Whatever noises you’re making are muffled, the wet squelch of you taking his cock the only noise echoing in his room. “Gonna cum soon, slut?”
He press his forehead against your shoulder, keeping the same steady pace. Atticus allows his mind to wander, imagining his best friend. Would they take his cock this well? Would they moan? How would their face look? He pants.
“Fuck.”
Atticus
He can feel himself getting closer to cumming inside of you at the thought of fucking someone else.
Atticus
He only fucks you ‘cause you remind him of his best friend that he can’t have.
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