“Elodie Boutella?”The assistant waited in front of the tinted, pattern glass double doors with a familiar look on her face. It was an expression E...odie knew all too well. Ever since moving to the big city, Elodie had to put up with the bitchy facial expressions and snickering whispers of jealous women. They called her everything: slut, skank, tramp, slag, whore, hoe, puta, veshya, eahira, shlyukha, yariman, jinu.All these words, especially slut, only empowered Elodie Boutella. She had come to. I'd love for you to be spooning with me now, kissing my neck, your body a perfect fit into mine. Your hands running up and down my side. Only half awake, able to give ourselves over completely to pleasure.You know how I love having my neck kissed, I am horny as fuck. I squirm lazily under your touch, breathing a little faster than before, feeling my face flush.You slide a hand round, cupping my breast and you hear me quietly gasp as you brush against a nipple. You take it between your fingers,. ... nothing much, we didn't even do cake or anything.......... sure, we can celebrate when you get back...... kay ma....... Love you too... muah.... bye" After hanging up the phone, Vicki headed back towards the living room. "Want to join me in the shower?" She said as she winked at me suggestively. I shook my head. "No thats alright." Vicki pouted after my refusal and trundled of to prepare for her shower. While Vicki showered, I did some laundry and cleaned up a bit, (we. . .deeper. . .yeah, fuck you feel good, I love your cock inside of me and you know that ass is 100% yours.And there it was - the familiar feeling of when he's cumming: hands gripping my hips, his cock swelling, twitching, pumping his hot, thick load inside of me. I felt it - sometimes I do, sometimes I don't - but that night I felt it, his cum shooting inside of me, plastering the walls of my ass, filling me until it was running out around his cock. It was fucking awesome. . .but not over.