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Valleigh Baron, the woman who disliked me beyond reason and made sure to subtly and sometimes not so subtly call me a gold digging whore who tried to trap Leukas but couldn't because her best friend Fletcher was his soulmate no matter how ‘experienced in the sack I was', was on her knees in front of a seated Leukas, practically chocking on his cock that looked so intimidatingly big and obscene as it shined with slobber and spit as she took it in and out of her very posh mouth while his fingers where dug into her red hair and he laid back on the sofa with his eyes closed and his jaw clenched. His eyes opened so suddenly I startled, and as if he could feel my presence he looked up into the window and smirked at me while he roughly pulled her hair and buried himself inside her mouth, seemingly cutting her air off for a while before pulling out, all the while staring at me with dark arousal in his eyes as she continued sucking on him enthusiastically.

My entire body flushed in embarrassment even as my nipples hardened in arousal and my panties dampened. But like a sicko I continued to watch, intense feeling of jealousy and arousal and disgust warring through my brain. I also couldn't help but see myself in Valleigh spot, worshiping that magnificent cock like it really deserves.

My reaction was partly not surprising to me, it was Leukas after all, but I was still surprised at the force and the desperation of my desire. I might have always had a flirty demeanor because of how much it had an effect on the perverts I mostly worked with and then later against, but I’d never had any interest in sex with random men. Sex with Leukas had been euphoric and perfect, I remember that much really, but for some reason, over time I’d forgotten the exact details of how it had really gone down. I knew the mechanisms of cause, but the thought of his cock in me, it embarrassed me as much as it aroused me.

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It always baffled Lander how incredibly shy about sex I was. Before Leukas, I never thought about it except that it was a means to an end, a means that I was lucky enough not to have to use, and then after him, when things had settled down in my life and the twins were a little grown, Lander and I had discovered that the thought of sex, sometimes even saying it out loud, embarrassed me to no end. Even though I had seen Lander naked, I could barely watch porn because the male body, especially when I was physically attracted to it flustered me and made me incredibly nervous. I had given blowjobs before, I couldn't really escape that part, but it was always to men I despised and wanted to destroy somehow so I did it mechanically at best, and never to someone I was attracted to.

So it was surprising to me how much I wanted to push the ……bitch out of the way and slobber all over the asshole who was still smirking at me while he mouth-fucked another woman who was notably not his fiancée. I finally pulled my eyes away from the scene and glared at the cheating, scoundrel, bastard and with cheeks still flaming in arousal and humiliation at my thoughts, stormed off towards my own house, leaving the tin of brownies on the ground.