Persian Rugs||Roc

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I waited by the restrooms while Roc talked to my boyfriend, Enrique, and his girlfriend, Kendra. See, we've been sneaking around for the longest, but now it's getting harder because we're tied down. Roc finally turned the corner.

"Did you tell them that you came to check on me," I asked.

"Yeah, I-"

"Okay, no talking, just fucking."

I kissed him and he lifted me up, pulling us into the closet by the bathrooms. We wasted no time. He pulled down his boxers, and I pulled down my panties. He lifted up my skirt. He picked me up, positioning me on the wall before entering. He went off at a medium speed because we could only fit in a quickie.

"Ugh, shit, Y/N. Damn, you so fuckin' tight," Roc groaned.

"Mmm, yes, daddy. Go fasterrr."

His lace quickened, as our climaxes reached the same time limit. Our juices flowed onto each other's bodies. We grabbed napkins to clean up our mess, and then we walked back out.

"What took you guys so long," Enrique questioned.

I shrugged. "Something you wouldn't understand."

Roc smiled at me. "Yeah. Best friend understanding."

•°•Persian Rugs by PartyNextDoor•°•

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