Lisa’s POV
“f**k me…” Delicate arms wrap around Greg’s sweaty back, stroking up and down his firm length, aggressive, possessive. “Oh… Bash my f*****g cunt!”
Her voice is familiar.
I pause, mouth agape, eyes teary, with a thick lump heavy in my throat.
My head spins as I stand by the door to my supposed boyfriend’s bedroom and watch him f**k another girl… My supposed bestie, Erica.
Oh, god.
“Yessss!!! Yesss…” She clutches him tightly so that her nails dig into his skin, pooling blood around her fingers. “Ahhhh!!! Yes!!!”
She trembles beneath him, shaking as if she’ll disintegrate into pieces. And my f*****g boyfriend clutches her tightly to himself, pounding inside of her like he wills to wreck her cunt, unapologetic, greedy.
His balls slam against her split ass, f*****g her
