The weight of his body was a stark contrast to Jeffrey’s gentle touch, and I felt a pang of guilt. Jeffrey’s grip on my hips tightened, a silent claim. Porn Mike’s hands were there too, exploring my curves, his breath hot on my neck. The room was filled with the sounds of our muffled grunts and gasps, the mattress squeaking beneath us. But Jeffrey swore it would be okay, that he’d wear a condom, that it was just something he wanted to try. The sound seemed to spur Jeffrey on, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more primal. Too loud, too rough around the edges, with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
