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VIGNETTE 11

Peter was on top of Ivy, brusquely and mindlessly f**king her. All his length disappeared into her p**sy at intervals, and his mouth never left her n*****s. Ivy tried to control her moans to show lack of interest but the pleasure she felt apparently won over.

One last thrust and Peter was jerking, this was the forty-second time he reached orgasm in twelve hours. As he fell on the bed beside Ivy, she stood up and headed to the bathroom.

Staring at her reflection, she spotted so many hickeys on her skin and her p**sy hurt from the steady thrust of Peter's d**k in it ever since she arrived.

She recalled the last two weeks of her life and how smoothly everything was going before she met Peter. Unlike other couples, her first date with him was at an hotel and they did more of f**king than learning about each other. Not a meeting with her new lover that didn't end with s*x, and she became really uncomfortable with it.

It was the weekend Peter invited her to spend with him. He served her lunch on her arrival and by the time she finished, he decided to have her for his own lunch.

Peter was very good in bed and Ivy enjoyed the first ten rounds that he initiated. Upon the 24th round, she complained, but was convinced and enticed with the promise of a new phone.

Still staring at her reflection, she began contemplating on how she would drop the break-up news to Peter. Their relationship was not the type she wanted for herself and she needed to get out of it before Peter would make the first move to dump her after all the f**k.

One last look at her naked reflection, she took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom. Ivy hurried to put on her clothes before saying anything to him, so that he would not become horny again, from the continuous sight of her nude.

She put on a thick, woolen hoodie and a pant under it. Then she sat on the bed, next to Peter who was wearing only his briefs, his focus on his phone. "Peter, there is something I need to tell you about."

As Peter put down his phone to listen to her, his eyes caught her pointed n**ples, visible through the hoodie she wore. He pointed to his d**k, "sit on it and say what you need to."

"No, I prefer to say it from here."

Peter picked up his phone, "then you can listen to yourself."

"Okay, fine," Ivy said and drew closer to him. Her legs straddled him as she carefully sat on his d**k, her face to him.

Peter's hands slid under her hoodie, playing with her nip**es, "Yes, go on,"

"Peter, I…. ahh," Ivy moaned as Peter's touch on her n*****s sent a thrill through her veins. Her voice lowered, "please, I need to say something important right now."

"Say what you want, I ain't stopping you, am I?" He squeezed her boobs,

"The thing is that, I don't…. Oh my gawd, Peter…. please stop it. We've had enough for today already, we need to talk about something important, please,"

Peter's hands remained on her breasts as he kissed her neck, his breath coursing through her veins. Then he whispered, "I'm listening to you."

"Peter, can we put an end…."

Ivy was interrupted by Peter, "Move your hips on me," he commanded, and Ivy did just that, trying to continue.

"Let's break up please,"

Peter wasn't listening, he sat up, laid her on the bed and pulled off her pant. Then he took off his briefs and shoved his c**k into her p**sy.

"Oh my gawd, Peter, please stop." Ivy said to herself because Peter wasn't listening.

He lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder. Hands on her br**st and d**k in her p**sy, Peter f**ked life off her and she completely forgot that she needed to break up with him.

Peter turned her a*s to himself in a doggy position, his middle finger took care of the other hole while his d**k f**ked her p***y. Finally, his seed erupted and he let it spill on the bed. He turned her around and licked her lips lightly, slowly deepening. As they french kissed, Ivy noticed his c**k becoming firm again, so she pulled away from him, breaking the kiss.

She got out of the bed and went to the wardrobe. Taking out her luggage, she dressed up, leaving Peter to wonder what had suddenly gone wrong with her. Then she arranged her braids and put on a light layer of makeup. Peter interrupted as she headed towards the door with her purse in one hand and her luggage in the other.

"Ivy, where are you going?" He asked, confused.

"I'm walking out of your life and this s*x-tied relationship." Without giving Peter a chance to respond, she exited the door, slamming it shut.