My Perfect Valentine

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Okay, scale of 1 to 10, how badly does this party suck? Right? Oh my god.

Well, when she said she was throwing a Valentine's Day party, I didn't expect that we were like the token couple for all her single friends. Like, are we on display here? What's happening? Yeah, she invited like three couples and everybody else is single and she's hoping that people will find their way to each other throughout the course of the night.

Because you know, sad, lonely sex on Valentine's Day is better than none? I don't know. She actually, yes, she did say that to me.

She did. Those were her words. I know.

Rude, right? Uh, they left already. I think we're the only actual couple still here.

Mm-hmm. Oh, yeah. This is not how I wanted to spend Valentine's Day.

I'm sorry. You're a really good sport for this, though. Thank you.

Mm. Mm. Let's not do too much of that because I feel like we're like in a fishbowl kind of thing.

The happy couple on display in the middle of the room. It's really kind of like yucky now that I think about it. Um, well, I kind of promised I'd help her clean up.

You don't have to stay, though. You can go. I can, I can get home later.

See, this is why you're the best boyfriend ever. Because even though this sucks, and even though neither of us want to be here, you're not just gonna ditch me. So thank you.

Oh, no, I think she's got another, like, round of wine ready to come out. Yes, I'm serious. Dinner entrees in the kitchen.

Mm-hmm. And I'm not sure who catered, but the food was supposed to be quote-unquote sexy-themed. How is finger food at a party like this sexy in any way, shape, or form? I mean, I'm pretty sure there's many hot dogs over there, which what kind of message is that giving off?

Like, good lord. Right? Oh, my God.

Okay, it's not just me. This is why we get along so well. But you know what? I just thought of a way to make this party a lot less awful.

There is a very large coat closet just down the hall, and yeah, that is what I'm thinking. Well, it's not my first choice either, but she has freaking cameras in every room in this house except the bathroom and the closet, and I don't really want to do anything in a bathroom where people have been—anyway, a bathroom people have been using all night, right? Yeah.

But I know for a fact that that coat closet doesn't have a whole lot in it right now because I helped her clean it out about two weeks ago, and she hasn't really done anything with it since. Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Let's do it. Shh. I don't think anybody saw us come in here.

See? I told you. It's not terrible.

I mean, it's not exactly a full bedroom, but there's room. There's room for what we want to do, anyway. Well, there is a reason I wore a skirt.

I never wear skirts. Mm-hmm. Because it's kind of sexy thinking that we're getting it on in here while whatever that mess is is going on out there.

Mm-hmm. Happy Valentine's Day, baby. Mm-hmm.

I love you, too. Mm-hmm. And I had planned, originally, before this mess, I had planned to show you just how much.

Mm-hmm. Mm. Mm.

Dinner from your favorite takeout place. Mm-hmm. Mm.

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Mm. That new book you wanted sitting on your coffee table alongside the new game that I know you wanted, as well. Mm-hmm.

Mm. And none of this pretentious crappy wine bullshit. Got beer.

Like, actual, honest-to-God beer. Nice and cold. Mm-hmm.

Mm. Mm. And I was going to get us set up on the couch.

Mm. Mm. Feed you your food.

Mm. In between kisses. Mm.

Mm-hmm. Mm. And let's just say you might have found it hard to concentrate on either the book or the game, depending on which you chose.

Because I was going to be on my knees just for you. Mm-hmm. I thought you'd like that.

Mm. Let's just get your cock out. I felt you getting hard while we were kissing.

And admit it. Here, hold still. Admit it.

The idea of fucking me right here, right now. Mm-hmm. There it is.

Oh, with all those people just out there. It's really fucking hot, isn't it? Mm-hmm.

I'm just going to stroke you for a minute. Oh, I love touching you. I love your cock.

Mm-hmm. I love kissing you. I love the little itch of your breath.

Like that? Mm. Hold on.

Mm. Oh, there we go. Not that I'm going to need any help.

I'm already pretty fucking wet right now, but it makes the stroking fun. Mm. Oh, go ahead.

Pull out my tit. There. Why don't you suck it while I stroke you? Mm-hmm.

Mm. Oh, that feels so good. I love how you play with my nipple in your mouth.

Oh, I'm thrust into my hand. I love you. Oh, this is going to be so good.

We can still do the other thing later if you want, or another night. I mean, Valentine's Day isn't the only day I can suck your cock, so there's that. Ooh, really? Um, yeah, I can get down.

Well, I want to, silly. Mm. Mm.

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Mm. Shh, don't make so much noise. It's usually me that's the moaner.

I realize that. The music and the people, it's probably loud enough that they won't know, but I'd rather not have somebody walking past the door and open it, because it doesn't exactly lock. So just, shh.

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Mm. Do you know how difficult it is? I almost said hard, but haha.

Do you know how difficult it is? To sit beside you out there with my hand on your thigh knowing that this is so close, but I can't have it? Mm.

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Mm. Mm. Okay.

I need this, so we're just gonna get up here, lift my skirt. I'm not wearing panties. It's almost like that was intentional.

Honestly, did you think I was gonna let this lame-ass party ruin our night? Now, when we go back out there, as much as I'm aware of what's waiting for me when we get home, you'll be aware of what's waiting for you. And the best part is, it'll already be full of you.

Ah! Mm. Mm-hmm.

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Mm. No, it's fine. Mm.

There's enough padding with the coats. Mm. Mm.

Ah. Lift me! And put it in.

Oh! Oh, god. Oh, god, that's good.

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Mm. Mm. Do you feel how fucking wet you make me? Mm.

Mm. Mm. Ah.

Ah. See, every day is Valentine's Day with you. Well, yeah, cause Valentine's Day is about love and hearts and flowers and.

.. Oh fuck, yes, right there. That's pretty much how you make me feel all the time.

Mm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Yeah, a couple years ago I would have been at this party on the other side of things and it would not have been fun. And then I found you. Mm.

Oh, yes. Oh, keep that cock moving in me. I am gripping you and squeezing in that rhythm that you like.

Mm. That is one of the advantages of having sex with the same person for a long time. Ah.

Ah. Ah. Ah.

Fuck. Yeah, well that shift just made the base of you rub against my clit, so good job. Ah.

Ah. Yes. Faster.

Oh. God. Yes.

Hold me out from the wall cause if you start thumping me against the wall, they're gonna know something's going on. Yeah. Oh, that's perfect.

Mm. Mm. Ah.

Ah. Ah. Oh, God.

Mm-hmm. I get to spend the rest of the party knowing that you're inside me. Mm.

Mm. Ah. Ah.

And knowing that when we get back to your place. Ah. Ah.

Ah. Ah. We're gonna have an even better time just the two of us.

Fuck. Yes. Oh, yes.

Now I love it when you kiss my neck, you know that. Oh, God. Fuck.

Yes. Fuck. I'm gonna cum on your cock.

Yes, already. I know. But that's how fucking hot this is.

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And I can feel you. I can feel your balls tightening. As they slap against my ass.

They're churning, aren't they? So heavy. You just want to unload in my pussy.

Because then you get to know that you've claimed my pussy like that tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, baby. Fucking flood me.

Flood me. Shit. Shit.

Shit. Yes. Yes.

I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm trying not to yell.

I'm cumming. Oh, God, yes. Fill me.

Fill me. Pump every fucking drop inside me. I want it all.

Let my pussy milk it out of you. Uh. Uh.

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Uh. Uh. Uh.

Uh. Uh. Yeah, you can put my feet down.

Hold on. I'm just going to lick it off. Well, yeah, we'll get you nice and clean before we put you back in your pants.

We taste so good together. So fucking good. Okay, let me fix my shirt.

You get all tucked in. Yeah, well, I'm hoping that they'll just give up before too much longer. I'll tell you what.

Give me another hour and then I will start casually suggesting we wind it down. Yeah, I'm almost positive she found somebody she wants to hook up with so it shouldn't be too hard of a sell to get this thing done. And then we'll go home.

And I will really show you what Valentine's Day is all about. Okay?