He froze. The stranger was clearly drunk enough not to be able to grasp what was happening immediately. His head rose and he looked around with bleary eyes. "Where'd he go?" he asked, hips moving slowly with no fire of earlier passion left, friction between his c**k and her wet, raw walls becoming more painful than stimulating. "Just... left?"
Alex was silent. She looked at the empty doorway, feeling her chest rising and falling rapidly with heavy breaths, as the high from the confrontation was fading, leaving nothing but an emptiness behind. Misunderstanding her silence, the stranger shrugged his shoulders and returned to what he came for. Without a look of her boyfriend to perform for, he started moving on her in a purely mechanical way.
"It doesn't matter," he growled, pushing his han
