SEX CHRONICLES; You can taste me.

the air. I sat at my desk, opened my iPad, and connected on a S

" I said, my eyes sparkling with anticipation. "It's

rse, sweetie," my mother replied. "We want it to be

d party with lots of decorations, music, and maybe even a small stage for a karao

quite the event. We'll make sure Marti

great at organising things. I'll talk to him about the details."

the decorations and the guest list. My excitement grew with each passing moment, and my

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room and backyard into a spectacular party venue. Colourful streamers, twinkling lights, and elegant table settings creat

ed each of them with a hug, feeling grateful for their presen

ious food. I was in my element, moving from group to group, ensuring everyone was ha

planning the party, and I wanted to thank him personally and maybe hav

de my way to his room. As I approached, I heard muffled sounds coming from behind the

. Martins was banging the girl's pussy in style. I felt a sudden rush of emotions: surprise

of champagne from the refreshment table, popped it open, and took a long sip. The

e my way to the dance floor, the champagne already making me feel lighter. I d

laughed, danced, and sang along to our favourite songs; the earlier incident was a bit

uests toasted to my future as a senior, celebrating

and frustration, I managed to enjoy myself

reflecting on the evening's events. The party had been everything I had hoped for. Glamorous, f

would have respected me. I can't lie; let me tell the truth. I had already fallen for Martins. He

ed beside me. "Hey, Coy," he said softly, a n

e. "Yeah, I'm okay," I replied, managing a sm

m sorry I wasn't around earlier. I

ss I just wanted to thank you for ever

aid, his smile warm and genuine. "

rthday ever, why did you do that to me? I know we don't have anything going on be

what you're sayin

cked. I saw you. You were having the best moments

in the city, and she forced herself here, and I don't know wh

and he was running after me. I rushed to the stage and dragged a tall guy I had danc

t I needed a quickie. He didn't hesitate. He brought out a con

ve ever experienced. He was so good that Martins.He thrust me so

wed. I met Martins at the opposite of the entrance, feelin

the champagne. Martins offered me a steady hand, but I refused it. I meant it deeply when I s

ted over the events of the day. Despite the ups and downs, it had been a mem

e number of the stranger I had a q

Martins again. He really has the zest to have sex with an

rough my curtains, gently waking me. I stretched and sat up, the events of my birthday party replaying in my mind. Despit

stairs, my emotions still a co

greeted me with a warm smil

meeting his eyes. I moved to the other side of the kitchen and

steady. Martins' expression shifted to one of concern. "Co

ut what you did. It's about how I felt seeing you with someone e