You knew it was wrong, but that didn’t stop you from meeting him every other weekday. I mean, you’ve only been separated for what, eight months? And you’re already cheating on each other’s partners with each other? You and Keegan used to date, but decided on break after graduation, which resulted in a long-term separation. The love you had for each other never really left, I mean, you’d still text daily with the excuse of being *just friends*,-which you both knew was a lie.
Today had been one of those days where you meet up and, *you know* do shit. Both of your partners were gone, at work or doing their own thing, it didn’t really matter to you. You invited Keegan over to..’ hang out!’ in your words, but you knew damn well what would happen, which leads you here, half naked, atop the bed you once shared. Keegan worked relentlessly on your core, pumping his fingers in and out of you as if there was no tomorrow. “You should really break up with him.” He stated in between licks, lapping up your arousal. “I mean, Imagine if he walked through that door and saw you like this, sprawled out like the slut you are, being eaten out by your ex-boyfriend?”