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Moving In Pt. 03

Moving In

 

Part 3

Matt's voice echoed through the house, piercing Rachel's cock-induced stupor. Louis throbbed within her, his hitherto softening member regaining some of its lost vitality.

She looked over at Cassidy, still pinned down by Anika on the nearby bed, the panic in her eyes mirroring Rachel's own expression.

Sounds of shuffling feet came from below, the sounds of shoes and jackets being removed, as well as two voices- one deep, the other halting and slurred.

"Must've been an E-cup!" The latter voice drifted up to Rachel- her very intoxicated sounding boyfriend.

"F, she told me. Let's focus on getting you to bed though; where's your room, man?" the deeper one replied- presumably this was Marco.

"Rachel, close the door." Cassidy whispered, urgency in her voice.

With some difficulty, Rachel started pulling herself off of Louis, noticing how his cock hardened more and more as she slid her slick pussy up and off of him. For a moment, she could only lie there, her sweat-damp skin pressed up against Louis', feeling the cum dripping from her well-used hole.Moving In Pt. 03 фото

Eventually pulling herself up, she walked unsteadily to the doorway, bracing herself against the frame as she felt around for the handle. As she searched, she looked nervously through the open door, only to lock eyes with a tall, muscular man in a tight Hawaiian shirt. Matt was slung over his shoulder, carried effortlessly by the big man- his head slumped against his back.

Rachel watched, frozen, as Marco's eyes traced up and down her naked body, leaving a trail of fire in their path. A smile lit up his face.

"The pictures didn't do you justice." He said smoothly, winking at Rachel. "Your boyfriend's passed out I think, where can I drop him?"

With a start, Rachel cleared her throat, struggling to find her voice.

"Um... bedroom at the end of the hall. That way." She leaned out to point to the room in question, feeling a mixture of her and Louis' cum drip out of her and down her slick thighs.

"Thanks, Rach'" He said, his gaze lingering on her for a moment, causing Rachel to notice that she was doing nothing to hide herself from his lecherous eyes. She shivered as he turned, falling to her knees as little flashes of heat spread throughout her body.

Eventually, she managed to close the door, stumbling her way over to the bed where she sat down heavily. Cassidy and Anika, now separated from one another, sat near the headboard, while Louis still lay on the ground where Rachel had left him.

Her eyes flitted between his glistening erection and Anika's, noting that they were nearly the same size and shape, though Anika's was just a bit thicker.

"So... yeah... hi Cass..." Louis eventually stammered, a nervous laughter following. "So... the thing is..." He started, unable to look her in the eye.

"You like watching me get fucked by other people, and you've been spying on me doing it for months. Am I close?" Cassidy spoke, a smile dancing on her lips.

"Uh... well... yeah. How did you know?"

Cassidy laughed, her lilting voice laced with appreciation, not mockery.

"I haven't exactly been very good at hiding it, have I?" She started, slowly rising from the bed and padding her way over to her boyfriend. "Almost as if... I wanted you to find out." She stood over him, one leg to either side of him. "Almost as if... I know you like it." She continued, lowering herself down to straddle his supine form. She turned to Rachel, who was silently observing the exchange. "I wasn't expecting you to have an... accomplice, though." She giggled, clearly more aroused than upset by the situation.

"I..." Rachel began, unsure what to say.

"Thanks for taking such good care of Louis for me Rach!" Cassidy cut her off, blowing a kiss to her friend.

Rachel smiled awkwardly in response, very aware of the feeling of Louis' cum coating her insides. Louis, for his part, seemed equally stunned; silently piecing together the fragments of his blown mind.

"So... you're not mad?" He ventured.

"Mad? Baby I am so turned on right now..." Cassidy slid herself up his body until she was straddling his face, her pussy mere inches from his mouth. "You guys don't mind if I take advantage of my boyfriend, do you?" She asked, turning to Rachel and Anika.

"No skin off my cock." Anika replied, a lascivious smile on her face as she eyed the couple, one hand idly stroking the aforementioned cock. Smiling at her friend, Cassidy turned her attention to Rachel.

"And you, Rach'? Can I have your sloppy seconds?"

Unable to talk past the lump in her throat, Rachel could only nod. With a little giggle of excitement, Cassidy lowered herself down, beginning to grind her pussy against Louis' eager face.

Feeling awkward and out of place, Rachel searched the room for her phone, finding it on the floor near the closet. Her mind began replaying images of what had happened in that closet only minutes ago, causing her to shudder involuntarily. What the hell had gotten into her?

"Fuck! Yes baby, lick me like that!" Cassidy moaned, uninhibited in her arousal.

"You guys... have fun. I'm gonna go see Matt" She mumbled, edging towards the door.

"Mmmmm, okay hun." Cassidy replied, her voice shaky as she rocked back and forth. "You're welcome to come back and join us though!"

With a noncommittal sound, she slipped out into the hallway, her eyes taking a while to adjust to the dark.

First, she went to the bathroom, cleaning herself up as best as she could. Then, she returned to the hallway. Feeling her way along the railing, she made her way to her room, trying to put her tumultuous thoughts behind her. She'd fucked up, no question about that. She'd... fucked Louis. Remembering the feeling of his girth plowing into her, reshaping her willing pussy, Rachel tried unsuccessfully to suppress a tremor of lust.

Sure, it had been some of the best sex of her life, but she could never do something like that again... right? Pondering this, she reached her bedroom door, pulling it open and stepping inside.

The moment she crossed the threshold, she slammed into something hard, knocking the air out of her lungs.

"The fuck?" She gasped, reeling from the impact.

"Is that you, babe?" Matt's voice came from across the room.

Stepping back, she gathered her senses, taking note of what she'd walked into. It was Marco.

"Yeah, it's me." She said simply, Marco's broad back filling her field of view. Matt's only response was a loud snore.

"He's been in and out of it for a little while." Marco said, walking over to the bed and placing a garbage bin by its side. "He should be all set for the night though." The big man continued, turning his attention to Rachel with a smirk. "You know I thought your man was being a little... forward showing me those pictures of you, but I can see now that you're not shy after all."

Rachel's breath caught in her throat. Of course: she was still entirely naked! Her eyes rolled back into her head for a moment as a thrill passed through her body from toes to scalp. Her lips parted in a silent gasp as she fought against the sensations threatening to overwhelm her.

"You like being seen, don't you?" He asked calmly, his dark eyes glimmering through the gloom. Rachel felt heat gathering between her legs; her pussy twitching with excitement.

"Uhhhn..." she breathed, the rush of blood to her cheeks making her dizzy.

"Thought so. For what it's worth, I'm enjoying looking." He returned, his eyes on her like a gentle caress; a tender, almost loving appreciation of her natural beauty. For a moment she could only bask in the praise, a smile coming unbidden to her face.

"Thank..." she started, her voice quiet. "Uh, I mean, you shouldn't be saying that. Especially not..." She indicated Matt with a meaningful look on her face.

Marco's smile broadened, his eyes focusing on hers.

"Maybe not, but your man doesn't seem to mind you showing off, and you certainly don't seem to either."

"What makes you say that?" She said, leaning against the doorframe, not trusting her legs to fully support her.

"Two things- one, I saw the text you sent Matt, you invited him to show me your pictures."

Rachel opened her mouth to refute him, but reconsidered. Was he actually wrong? Thinking back on the incident, which felt like it had happened months ago, Rachel had to admit that the thought had excited her. She had been teasing Matt, but maybe there was a little more to it. Maybe she had wanted something... else.

"Fine, let's say you're right, what's the other one?"

"Well you've been naked the whole time I've been here, we've been talking about it the whole time too, and you haven't tried to cover yourself up or run away once."

Fuck. Halfheartedly, Rachel laid an arm across her breasts and cupped her hand against her vulva, hoping she could pass it off as being caught off guard.

She tried to make an excuse, but as she began to speak, she became acutely aware of the feeling of her arm rubbing against her nipples, and of her fingers brushing along her folds, tantalizingly close to her swollen button. Thus, when she tried to speak, it didn't come out as words, so much as as a slow, sharp moan.

Marco chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, girl! You've got a hot body and an adventurous mind- nothing wrong with that."

Rachel let her arms relax somewhat, still making a show of preserving her modesty, but doing very little to actually cover herself up.

"Uhhh... I should... I mean, you should go. I've got... Matt is..." Fuck, was Marco right? One look at her and he knew things about her that she didn't even know... or wouldn't accept.

Marco smiled, a warm, non-judgemental smile if ever Rachel had seen one.

"If that's what you want. But I am happy to stay and keep looking at you if you'd rather that. I'm really enjoying the show."

"I... um..." Rachel was caught off-guard by his compliments. On the one hand, he was definitely a little bit pushy, but on the other, he practically radiated a non-threatening energy that made Rachel feel oddly safe around him. While she kept the hand covering her sex firmly in place, she shifted her other arm, resting the hand on her shoulder, unwittingly (?) causing her to lightly press her breasts together between each arm.

"What are you suggesting?" She said cautiously, fighting the urge to slip her fingers a little lower.

"I'm suggesting you..." Marco started, but was interrupted by a loud outburst from behind him.

"Rachel? You there babe?" Matt yelled, panic in his voice.

"Yeah... I am." She replied, goosebumps popping up all along her body at the sound of his voice.

"Good. Tell the chief that the story's on his desk... wants it done by..." Another loud snore punctuated the thought.

Marco glanced back at his friend.

"Man's having some boring sounding dreams. Well, maybe not so boring if you're in them." He rounded his gaze on Rachel, taking in her body once again.

"Stop! You're embarrassing me!" Rachel said, maybe a bit playfully.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Rach'." He responded, his tone serious.

"Nothing? I'm standing in front of a near stranger... naked!" Rachel laughed, feeling dizzy from the blood pounding through her head. "I doubt you'd be so level-headed if you were in my lack-of-shoes!"

"This isn't about me, but I wouldn't be bothered." He replied easily, a smile dancing in his eyes.

"Sure you wouldn't." She replied with a scoff, thinking his bravado was all for show.

"I can prove it to you if you want."

"Are you offering to... strip for me?" Rachel replied incredulously, her eyes wide as they snaked over his muscular form. Marco shrugged.

"Only if you really want me to- I have nothing to hide."

Was he bluffing? Rachel found herself wondering if he'd really do it- surely nobody was that free... that confident...

But wait, why was she even entertaining the thought? Surely after the night she's already had, she shouldn't be pushing her luck, right? The best thing to do would be to send Marco on his way with a few nice memories and head to bed with her boyfriend, right?

"I don't believe you..." She said, her eyes locked on his.

"Alright, I guess we're doing this then?" He responded, quirking an eyebrow. "Can I take that as consent?"

Rachel looked around for a moment, barely able to believe what she was considering. Her eyes fell on Matt, sleeping his alcohol off only a few meters away.

"What about Matt?" She answered evasively, nervous that he'd actually go through with it... or was that excitement?

"Man's had way more booze than he can handle. Even if he wakes up, he's not gonna remember anything. So we doing this in here?"

"O... okay..." Rachel said, swallowing hard. She placed a hand on Marco's chest, gently pushing him into the room and closing the door. "I can't believe you're about to do this... that I'm about to let you..."

"Not too late to turn back, this was never about me to begin with."

"No! I... you've seen me naked so... it's only fair, right?"

Marco smiled wide, wordlessly beginning to unbutton his shirt. She watched with rapt attention as more and more of his chocolate-coloured chest was revealed, every inch rippling with thick bands of muscle. In short order, his shirt fell to the floor, leaving Rachel to stare, open-mouthed, at his physique. His skin, dark as it was, could hardly be seen in the dim light, but what she could make out made her drool.

"Gotta warn you before I do the next part... I've been staring at a sexy girl with amazing tits for a little while now, so I might be a little... excited, if you catch my meaning."

Rachel brought her hands up to her breasts, unsure if she planned to cover them or squeeze them together.

"Oh... okay..." She replied in disbelief. Was he actually about to?

Not leaving her time to wonder, he deftly unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor in one smooth motion. She took in the sight of his muscular thighs, not failing to notice the enormous bulge barely held back by his tight black boxer-briefs.

Moving swiftly on, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, beginning to slide them downwards.

Panicking, Rachel reached forward, grabbing the same waistband and holding it in place.

"Wait!" She hissed, sudden concern forming in her mind. He immediately withdrew his hands, leaving her to hold his last remaining garment as he looked down at her, a questioning expression on his face. "I... uhhhh... I'm not agreeing to anything else, okay? Just take them off and that's it." Rachel couldn't help but feel like she was warning herself more than him, and with what had already happened earlier, maybe she was right to be wary of her own intentions.

"Of course. You can take the lead, girl." He tilted his head. "In fact, if you want this, you can finish undressing me, that way it's your choice."

"I... can?" Rachel stuttered, caught once again off-guard by Marco. He nodded in response, placing his hands behind his back for emphasis.

Should I? She wondered, feeling almost drunk on anticipation. Her fingers clutched at the elastic band, her hands shaky with uncertainty.

She let her eyes travel south, to the huge distension in the cloth covering his crotch. Whatever he was hiding under there, it seemed inhumanly large- like something you'd see in a porno. Curiosity overtook Rachel- what would a cock that big even look like? Could it possibly be as big as it looked?

With a glance at her boyfriend, whose mouth was slack as he drooled onto his pillow, Rachel started pushing down Marco's shorts. She soon ran into a problem, however: his dick was getting in the way, stopping her from slipping his waistband down over it. After a few futile attempts, she gulped, looking up at Marco's smiling face. He returned her gaze silently, his patient smile never breaking.

Levelling her eyes on his crotch once again, she took a deep breath. Keeping one hand on his waistband, she brought the other around to his front, gingerly letting it rest on his rock hard abs. Rachel took a moment to marvel at the feeling, noting the steady, powerful pulsing of blood just beneath the vascular surface.

Calming herself as much as she could manage, she let her hand trail downwards, into his boxers. First she felt a bed of tight curls, a soft, springy cushion of neatly trimmed pubic hair. Continuing her journey, she soon found the trunk of what felt like a massive tree. The moment her fingers brushed it, it gave a heavy lurch, the tent in his underwear growing significantly. Holding her breath, she closed her hand around the thick root- or tried to, at least, but alas his thickness was more than her fingers could contain.

"Holy fuck..." She breathed, stunned by the feeling of it in her hand.

"I get that a lot." Marco replied with a grin.

"It's... Holy fuck... just... fuck..." Rachel repeated, her mental thesaurus failing her.

Marco chuckled.

"Like it? Take your time, check it out. We're in no rush here."

"I... I've never felt one this big." Rachel admitted, her curiosity and arousal making her honest. And here I thought Louis was big, she mused to herself, feeling a rhythmic throbbing between her fingers.

"Well you can feel it all you like, girl, but why don't you take it out and have a better look."

"Oh! Of course!" Rachel remembered what she was doing. "Sorry... I... nevermind."

With her chest burning with a fiery heat, she slid her fingers slowly up his shaft, running them along his hard, thick erection. Reaching the halfway point, where he was the thickest, she adjusted him so that his boner was pointing upwards into his waistband. Using her other hand, she pulled his shorts down and over it, letting them fall to the floor where he stepped out of them.

Rachel's eyes were glued to the monster cock before her. She brought her hand back up to help support the weight of the beast. One hand circled the round purple-black head, slick from a copious smearing of pre-cum, while the other held firmly to the center of his shaft, squeezing up and down just a little.

"That's amazing..." Rachel exclaimed, her heart beating faster.

"Mmmmm, your hands feel incredible, girl."

With a start, Rachel realized what those hands were up to.

"Oh shit! Sorry!" She said, letting go of Marco's cock, watching as it bounced heavily before jutting out forward, slumped a little from the weight of it.

"I didn't mean to do that. I was just supposed to... take them off..." Rachel chided herself for going too far again. And with Matt in the room no less!

"No apologies needed, baby. So what do you think?"

"What do I think? I think you have a really nice cock." Rachel replied automatically.

"Thanks, it likes you too." Rachel watched it jump as he spoke, briefly defying gravity before settling back down, somehow slightly thicker than before. She could feel her mouth watering as if she was staring at her favorite snack.

"So... you really aren't shy..." Rachel ventured, breaking the heavy silence.

"Nope. Not one bit. What about you? Feeling any bolder now?"

"Mmmmm..." She replied, hardly able to focus on the conversation. "I think so." Silence fell again, punctuated only by the sound of Rachel's rapid heartbeat. Feeling dizzy, she walked over to the bed and sat down, hearing Matt rouse slightly as she did so.

"Coming to bed, babe?" He mumbled into his pillow, eyes never opening. Feeling like she'd been caught doing something bad, Rachel jumped at his words.

"Soon!" She chirped, her eyes falling once again on Marco's cock.

"'Kay... love you!" Matt said through his snores.

"Love you too, baby!" She replied quietly, but he was already unconscious. Rachel released the breath she had been holding. She turned her attention to Marco, looking him in the eyes with some difficulty. He returned her eye contact, his intense gaze making Rachel shiver. Intimidated, her eyes zipped instantly to his cock, still huge despite his fading erection. She opened her mouth to tell him that this needed to end, but as she tried, the strangest words came out of it.

 

"Can I see it hard?"

"Sure thing, girl. Do you want to get it hard or should I?"

Rachel burned, her rational mind catching up to her horny mind, making her realize what she'd said.

"You!" She squealed, only afterwards realizing that she could have told him not to; that she'd misspoken and didn't actually want to continue.

With that, he sat down next to her, grabbing his massive cock in an equally large hand and beginning to stroke up and down in long motions.

Meanwhile, Matt, jarred by Marco sitting, grumbled a little and turned away, settling into a new position without ever waking. Marco continued running his hand up and down his rod, his eyes roaming over Rachel's body hungrily. Curious, she leaned back, taking in the scene, her legs unconsciously spreading in an effort to cool off her overheating pussy.

Marco shifted so that he was facing her, propped up on his knees as he jerked his slowly growing monster. Rachel could feel herself dripping, forming a small puddle on the bed beneath her. As she watched his hand move up and down his length, Rachel allowed one of her own hands to find her breast, absently squeezing it. This produced a very pleasant sensation all over her body, as if she were swimming in warm sparkling water.

It took what felt like ages for Marco's member to reach its fullest potential. By the time Rachel allowed her other hand to dip down into her crotch, he was still only about halfway there. Searing bolts of fire shot through her body as her fingers rubbed along her slit, especially when she touched her swollen clit.

"Mmmmm, You know how to get a man going." Marco moaned, speeding up his pumping.

"Ah! I'm just..." Realizing what she was doing, she searched for an explanation. "Uhhh..." Her mind was blank; all of her cognitive power dedicated to Marco's melanistic monster as she watched it oh-so-slowly grow, each pass of his hand coaxing more blood into it.

"It's alright, Rach'. You don't need to pretend. Just keep going for me, it's so fucking hot watching you get excited."

"Ahhn!" Rachel moaned through clenched teeth, her fingers speeding up in their exploration. "I'm not... I'm just..."

Marco reached forward, placing a single thick finger on her lips, silencing her.

"Don't worry about it. You have nothing to hide." He let his finger slowly trail downwards, dragging her bottom lip with it for a moment before he retracted his hand.

Feeling a tingling taking over her body, Rachel remained silent, her fingers becoming bolder and bolder with every passing second.

"Are you... almost... there?" Rachel eventually panted through her furious masturbation, struggling to find enough air to think straight.

"Almost. If you spread your legs a bit more, I might be able to get there sooner." Marco replied, eyes glued to her legs.

Rachel's fingers raced over her buzzing bean, making her brain feel numb. Without considering anything, she dropped her legs to either side, splaying herself wide open as she continued battering herself, attention locked on the impossibly large cock before her.

Rachel was nearing an orgasm, feeling the first wisps of that release sparking to life in her core, when Marco spoke again.

"There, it's hard. Like it?" He said with a grin.

Wow. Rachel was awestruck by it. It looked like a veiny baseball bat, standing proud and at attention. As long as her forearm and nearly as thick, it was indisputably the biggest cock she'd ever seen- bigger than Matt's... bigger than Louis' or Anika's. The thick purple head alone, now flared out to an impressive size, was bigger than some whole cocks she had seen, back in her single days.

"I like it." She admitted, unable to hide that obvious truth. Rachel got up, taking her hand away from her pussy, leaving her orgasm to fizzle and dissipate.

She walked across the room, standing before the window for a moment to catch her breath, letting the last of her climax fade. That was too close, she thought, calming the tremors that still shook her burning loins.

With a steadying breath, Rachel turned around and walked back towards the bed.. She stood before Marco, eyeing his body. Her eyes were continually drawn downwards, to the throbbing masterpiece in front of her.

Rachel fought against herself- she knew that she needed to end this now; that bad things would happen if she didn't. Even as she knew this, she couldn't help but feel compelled to keep going, to explore this new experience. The voice of caution felt distant, locked away in the recesses of her mind, and with every throb of Marco's cock, every glance at his abs of steel, it grew even weaker.

"Want a closer look?" Marco asked, noticing her avid attention. Turning and hanging his legs over the side of the bed, Marco indicated his dick, which he continued jerking lightly as they spoke.

"I shouldn't..." Rachel replied while squirming her legs together, feeling them slide smoothly along each other. Marco ran his hand over his crown, gathering the copious fluid coating his tip and spreading it around, his cock glistening in the dim light. He held out his free hand, offering it to Rachel with a smile on his face.

Tentatively, she reached out, pausing before she placed her dainty white fingers into his big dark ones.

"Just... a look." She whispered, taking his hand. He gently drew her forward, guiding her into a kneeling position between his legs.

Releasing his cock, he let Rachel admire it up close, where she could make it every detail. Her eyes lavished him with attention, taking in every inch with relish- from his enormous, pendulous balls all the way up to his very tip, still slick with his pre-cum.

More than its mouth-watering appearance, though, Rachel found herself drawn in by its intoxicating smell. Heady, musky, masculine, the aroma invaded her senses, forcing her already excited body to burn with barely contained lust.

"Fffuuuuu..." Her mouth hung open, in awe of what she was witnessing. "I... it... what..." Rachel was reduced to gibberish, fighting the urges welling up inside of her. "If... can... fuuuck." She licked her lips, finding them dry despite the fact that she was salivating. "Amazing."

"Not half as amazing as you, but I appreciate the compliment." Marco replied, somehow cool and collected in contrast to Rachel, whose sanity was hanging on by a thread.

"Fuck!" She barked, embarrassed. "I didn't mean... you... your... I can't..."

Marco put a finger on her mouth once again, cutting off her babbling.

"It's okay." He said in a soothing voice. "You don't have to hide from me. Nevermind me, though, be honest with yourself."

He kept his finger pressed against her mouth for a long moment, long enough for her to notice the powerful scent coming off of it. It was the hand he had used to... get himself hard... the one that was wrapped around his cock just a moment ago, which was still laced with his fluids.

Rachel breathed in deeply, getting high off of the smell. Her head spun, her heart pounded, and her pussy clenched. A paralyzing shiver passed from her head to her toes as he began to slowly drag his finger down like before, parting her lips in the process. She became aware of a peculiar salty flavour insinuating its way into her mouth. Like a concentrated dose of Marco's scent, the taste was like a drug, short-circuiting her conscious mind and making her clit ache.

Before she could think about what she was doing, Rachel's tongue came forward, pressing itself against the finger. As she explored the textures of Marco's fingerprint, her tastebuds lit up with delight. She continued licking his finger as if it was a delicious treat, flicking her tongue up and down, left and right, gathering all of the wonderful flavour she could.

Finding that she'd cleaned off the underside of the digit, Rachel curled her tongue over its tip, running its underside along his fingernail.

With a swirl of her greedy tongue, she sucked his finger into her mouth, bobbing up and down on it in an effort to clean it off. It occurred to her that the finger in her mouth was almost as big as Matt's...

Fuck! Matt! She released Marco's finger with a popping sound, unconsciously licking her lips as she looked at her snoring boyfriend. Her attention was drawn back to Marco when his cock slapped across her chest with a resounding thwack. Moments later, it regained its full vigor, standing in defiance of gravity, right near Rachel's face.

"Mmmmm... your tongue feels divine. I can't wait to feel it on my dick." He said, his voice somewhat strained.

Rachel blushed, the image dominating her thoughts.

"No! I just... um... got distracted... we can't do more." It was a lame excuse and she knew it. She was just sucking his finger off, no two ways about it.

"You're in charge of this, girl. You can do whatever you like with me." He grinned, his pristine teeth flashing in the darkness.

"I... don't want to do anything else. I've already... seen my fill." She said to his erection.

"If you say so Rachel." Marco said with a shrug. "As long as that's what you want."

"I... we can't... I can't." Her voice quivered as her mind raced with thoughts of what else they could do together.

"Nevermind what you can do. What do you want to do?" He responded, a thoughtful look on his face (that went unnoticed by Rachel.)

"I want... um... I don't know. I mean, no." Rachel shifted her weight, wrestling with her biology.

"I think I might know. How about we prove it with a little... challenge?"

"A challenge? What kind of challenge?" She queried, her curiosity piqued.

"You seem really interested in my cock, and I'd like to feel your lips on it, so how about this: you give me two minutes to get you off- if I fail, then I'll know you're not attracted to me and I'll leave."

Rachel's pussy gushed at the proposition. She couldn't actually let him... could she?

"And if you win, what? I... suck your fat, juicy cock?" Fuck. She hadn't meant to add those adjectives.

"Haha! That's the spirit. You're exactly right. Do we have a bet?"

No way. Rachel tried to say, but when he didn't react, she realized that she had only said it in her head. She tried again, but was unable to utter those words.

"Two minutes?" She managed to say, her traitorous mouth watering.

"Just two." He returned smoothly.

"And you won't... put it in me?"

"Scout's honor."

"Al... alright. I'll prove I'm... not..." Her words were cut off as she watched Marco lay down next to Matt, his dick slapping against his abs. "What are you doing?"

"Getting into position. Gonna make the most of my two minutes."

Rachel eyed his throbbing boner, mouth agape.

"I told you, I'm not... fucking you."

"I'd only need one minute if you were. No, instead, you're gonna come sit on my face- it's getting a little cold."

Rachel was vibrating with excitement, even though she knew she should be filled with dread.

"Two minutes?" She repeated, convincing herself that it would be over quickly.

Marco nodded, holding out his hand. With some hesitation, Rachel took it, allowing herself to be led up towards the head of the bed, where he positioned her over his chest, her thick ass near his face.

"I'll start the timer when my tongue first touches you." Marco said, his voice muffled by her buttocks.

Pausing to steel herself, Rachel slid herself back until she felt her pubic mound bump up against his plump lips.

"Fuck!" She moaned immediately, feeling him kiss around her vulva. He took his time teasing around her increasingly soaking pussy, running his mouth softly along her outer lips, his hot breath fueling the flames of her lust.

A bit over a minute in, Rachel was feeling confident. While Marco's caresses definitely felt... good, his technique was far too gentle, too indirect. She would be able to withstand this with no problem.

That was when he switched up his approach. With scarcely thirty seconds left, Marco shifted his attention to her clit, sucking it into his mouth and lashing it with his tongue. She saw stars as he flicked it in all directions, his nimble appendage pressing against her most sensitive part.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" She whined, feeling a tidal wave of brain-melting pleasure lapping at her mind. "Holy... HOLY... FUCK I'M CUMMING!" Her legs clamped down hard around his head as she shook with pleasure, a deluge erupting from her buzzing nethers.

"Aw, damn." She heard Marco say, though his voice was difficult to hear over the static in her ears.

"What?" Rachel breathed, falling forward to rest her elbows on the bed. Marco continued gently licking her between words, triggering little aftershocks from her sudden climax.

"I got cocky. Turns out I made you cum when the timer hit 2:01. That means you win our bet. You don't need to taste my cock." It twitched as he named it, making Rachel's breath catch in her throat. "... If you don't want to." He added with another bob of his knob.

His tongue got more adventurous, licking along her labia, cleaning them up much like she had his finger.

"If I don't..." she began, shuddering from his ministrations. "... I... don't..." he pushed between her folds, playing around her opening with his thick organ. "I... want... to..."

Seeing the world through a white-pink haze, Rachel wrapped her fingers around his massive power tool, pointing its girth at her face. With a nervous flutter in her chest and an all-consuming inferno in her pussy, she started kissing the tip of his cock.

The first thing she noticed was the salty, enchanting taste of his cum, and as before it hit her like a neuralyzer- scouring her mind of anything but the electric excitement invoked by his rich flavor.

Sliding her tongue down the top of his glans, Rachel took him in her mouth, sucking on the oversized head of his super-sized cock. Her mouth felt stretched, jaw straining to accommodate him. With a moan she pushed herself a little deeper, getting his crown past her teeth and relieving some of the discomfort. She had the first third of his dick engulfed when she felt it press up against her throat. Despite the fact that she had never had much of a gag reflex, his girth blocking her airway triggered a small spasm in her throat. It wasn't enough to be unpleasant, in fact, the involuntary movement sent a thrill down her spine, resulting in a matching spasm from between her legs, where Marco's tongue was still busy.

Rachel pulled back until just his head remained in her mouth, then sank back down, feeling the pressure on her throat as she tried to force more of him inside of her.

"Yeah, that mouth is incredible." Marco groaned, pushing one of his fingers into her hole as his mouth continued attacking her clit.

"Mmmf! Hhhhfft!" Rachel humped his face, pressure building in her temples. Meanwhile, she had managed to swallow half of his beast, spurred ever onwards by the pounding of her heart, hot blood circulating to all of her erogenous zones.

Spearing her face on his cock, Rachel started playing with his balls, massaging them between her fingers.

She could feel Marco sliding deep into her throat, over and over again. Each time it felt like she'd split open from the inside, and yet each of her strokes was more forceful than the last, going down just a little further. She had scant time between each invasion of her airway to breathe, leaving her to gasp for oxygen as she slowly got dizzier, the feelings in her loins intensified by her deprivation.

"Nnnnnnnnnnn!" She squealed around his dick, feeling another orgasm crash into her. As the tremors waned, never quite going away altogether, Marco pulled back from her slit, licking his lips audibly. Rachel extracted his cock from her throat, noting that she had conquered nearly two thirds of it. She didn't know whether she should be proud or ashamed.

Marco sat up, shifting Rachel off of him so that they were sitting side by side, each breathing heavily and covered in sweat.

"I want to fuck your throat." Marco said, matter of fact. "But first, you should taste yourself."

"What do you..." she started to ask, but she fell silent as he approached her, their faces a hand's breadth apart. Tentatively, he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her lightly before pulling back to look her in the eye. Once again he went in for another kiss, this one lasting a little longer. Marco's pillowy lips enveloped Rachel's until he once again retreated, his smoldering gaze filled with passion.

The third time he kissed her, she kissed back- their mouths slamming together with fervor. She felt his tongue probing around, searching for a way in as their kiss heated up. With a whole-body shiver, she allowed him in, her own tongue rushing in to explore his mouth. Rachel couldn't keep track of how long their make-out session lasted, lost as she was in the throes of her arousal.

Eventually, though, Marco pulled back, breaking their connection. Rachel felt as though a bucket of cold water had been poured on her head, her mouth craving the stimulation it had just lost.

"Hang your head over the edge of the bed. Let's see if you can handle all of me." Marco said, holding his turgid member in a tight grip.

Without a second thought, she complied, resting her legs over Matt's with her shoulders at the very edge of the mattress.

"Now what?" She breathed, watching as Marco positioned himself above her. In response, he reached forward, grabbing her boobs firmly and kneading them with his strong hands. Repositioning slightly, he placed the head of his cock between her tits, his balls dangling just above her mouth. The smell from there was overpowering- all Rachel could think about was pleasing his magnificent specimen. As he squeezed himself between her sweat-slick breasts, she licked his hairless scrotum, sucking first one, then the other testicle into her mouth. She continued alternating, giving equal attention to each of his heavy, full balls.

"Are you ready?" He said after a while, sliding his cock back until it rested on her mouth.

"I... okay, do it." Rachel said, closing her eyes.

"Tell me what you want me to do." Marco insisted, slowly pumping his shaft in front of her face.

"Just... do it. The thing you said..." Rachel pleaded, tasting his delicious pre-cum.

"Do what? I need you to tell me."

With a groan of frustration, she stuck out her tongue, swirling it around his urethra in an effort to lick up all of his nectar.

"F... fuck my throat... Please." She finally whimpered, her voice hoarse and quiet.

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you." Marco said, pinching her nipple.

"Mmmmm... I said... fuck my throat." She repeated, louder and more clearly. The cock in her face monopolized her cognitive functions. All she could think about was its flavor; the feeling of it filling up her mouth.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck your pretty white throat with my big black cock while your boyfriend sleeps right next to us?" Rachel's pussy twinged, little zaps of pleasure shooting off to all parts of her body.

"Y... yes." She mewled, the anticipation killing her.

"How badly do you want my cock?" He persisted, much to Rachel's frustration. Beyond reason, she let her lust take over, no longer able to hold herself back.

"I want you to destroy my slutty throat with your massive fucking cock, daddy."

"That's what I like to hear." Marco said triumphantly, pushing his meat into her mouth. Without pausing, he continued feeding it to her, inch after inch slipping into the warm embrace of her lips. By the time he hilted himself, his balls sitting against her nose, Rachel had already climaxed.

The strong, even painful pressure on her throat fed into the perverse pleasure she got out of knowing she could handle such a beast. She felt thoroughly dominated, filled to bursting with Marco's glorious girth. It felt as though it reached nearly into her stomach, completely cutting off her air supply.

 

"Fuck, girl. You know how to use your throat." Rachel could only nod and moan in response. Drawing himself back, Marco extricated himself from her tight throat, giving her a moment to breathe and to lick his cockhead furiously. Soon, though, he pushed himself back in, bottoming out with a grunt. Establishing a rhythm, he pumped himself in and out of her throat, gradually increasing his pace and the force with which he penetrated her.

His heavy sack slapped against her face as he ravaged her, both literally and figuratively filling her head with his meaty cock.

"Shit, Rachel! You were made for this BBC." He moaned enthusiastically, ramming himself into her with wild abandon. Her throat was on fire- pain and pleasure mixing into a delightful cocktail that ignited all of her nerve endings, sending her body into convulsions. She lost count of how many times he made her cum- the sensory overload of his face-fucking triggering shockwaves throughout her body.

After an eternity lost to this bliss, though, Marco finally pulled himself out, fighting against her tightly gripping throat muscles to free himself.

"Aaahhh!" She gasped, taking her first full breath in a long while. "Why did you stop?"

"Aren't you an eager little slut?" He said affectionately, to which she could only nod in response. "We could keep going... or we could kick things up a notch. Only if you're ready though."

Rachel sat up, devouring Marco's body with her eyes.

"Ready?" She asked, though in retrospect she was confident she had known what he was talking about.

"How far do you wanna take this?" He asked, his question hanging in the hot, heavy air around them.

"I... shouldn't..." Rachel trailed off, her thoughts swirling faster than she could grasp- her mind filled only with indistinct lust-colored concepts.

Marco took a step closer, placing his powerful hand on her naked shoulder. Her skin rippled with goosebumps, this touch somehow seeming more intimate than any other they'd shared.

"If that's what you want. You're in charge, if you don't want me to fuck you I will respect that."

Rachel stared up at him, her eyes glazed and chest heaving.

"I shouldn't." She repeated, their eye contact unbroken.

"Says who? Sounds to me like you want to, but you're holding yourself back."

"Says..." she eyed Matt, buried in his pillow and oblivious to the world.

"Your man is knocked out." Marco said, following her gaze. "Besides," he leaned in closer. "I think he might be into it."

"What do you mean?" Rachel pondered.

"Well he definitely likes showing you off. He sent me those pictures of you after all." He paused, letting the information find its way into her clouded mind. "And he was joking about you hooking up with your ex while he was out of town."

Wait, what? Finding two brain cells to rub together, she took in his words. She thought instantly of Louis and his fetish, wondering if her own boyfriend could possibly share it.

"You think... he's a cuckold?"

"Well, maybe." Marco responded, his hand on his chin. "Either that or he just gets hard from people seeing you."

Turning the idea over in her mind, Rachel found it at once frightening and intriguing. She'd already cheated on Matt, that much was an indelible fact, but what if this rabbit hole could go even deeper? Could she possibly indulge in this lifestyle... for Matt? Her thoughts raced with racy images, many of which featured her loving boyfriend alone in a chair facing a hotel bed.

Feeling less bad about her mistakes, hopeful that Matt could forgive her if he ever learned about them, Rachel allowed herself to introspect. She asked herself whether this was really something she wanted to do.

Marco's cock hovered near her face, his musk filling the air between them. It wouldn't be so bad to try... would it? Besides, she reasoned, this could be like a trial run- a way to test the waters on this whole cuckolding thing. Sure, Matt was asleep, but she could at least see if she was capable of having sex in front of him... right? Her heartbeat sped up, its insistent pounding making her tingle all over, thoughts of what she might be about to do reigniting a furnace within her.

Rachel stood up, feeling tiny next to Marco, and went over to her bedside table.

"Alright," she said, a quiver in her voice. "But can you wear one of these?" She fished a condom out of the drawer. She'd already taken a huge risk with Louis earlier, she'd rather not do it again.

Accepting the rubber, Marco chuckled.

"I'd be happy to. Problem is this one won't fit."

"What? No way... I thought condoms were one-size-fits-all?" Rachel responded, taken aback.

"Nah, maybe you've just never been with someone as big as me."

That was undeniably true, she thought, taking a long look at his equipment.

"Well... okay... just don't..." She gulped, remembering the last time she'd asked somebody not to finish inside of her. "Don't cum inside..."

Marco smiled, giving a quick nod.

"Then where should I do it?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Rachel was trembling with anticipation, the thought of being filled up a siren song in her head.

"Uhh... my mouth." she finally said, the thought of swallowing his load an acceptable compromise to her lust.

"I like it. Now let me get you ready." So saying, Marco gently lifted Rachel up, carrying her effortlessly with his huge arms. Holding her up high, he brought her pussy to his face and started licking. His nimble tongue slithered along her lips, devoting equal time to exploration and to focusing on her sensitive clit. Never before had Rachel experienced such a cunning cunnilinguist, such that she was already nearing an orgasm less than a minute in.

"Fuck!" She cried, wrapping her legs around Marco's head, leaning into his caresses. "Aaaaahhhhh..." her voice came out as a whine while she felt it wash over her; steady pulses of blissful heat from deep within her core.

Tensing from the release, Rachel leaned in a bit too far, offsetting Marco's balance and sending the two of them careening towards the bed. Marco landed on his back, followed by Rachel who came down still connected to his face.

Barely missing a beat, Marco continued licking, guiding her down from her orgasm then slowly building a tempo once again.

Recovering from her impromptu position change, Rachel steadied herself, the bed beneath her shaking from their combined weight. As she began to feel another climax rising, an electric tension suffusing her body, Rachel noticed Matt stir, clearly roused by her crash landing.

He lifted his head from the pillow, blurry eyes turning towards her, eyelids barely parted.

"Hey babe... are you coming to bed now?" His words came as one continuous sound, the spaces between them implied but not vocalized.

Marco redoubled his efforts, attacking her pussy with such skill that Rachel was beginning to think he had three tongues.

"Yes, I'm... cumming!" She exclaimed, barely able to hold back a squeal. She realized that Matt probably couldn't see Marco from his angle, obscured as the big man was by her own naked body, in addition to his dark skin and Matt's drunken myopia. This emboldened her, sending a taboo thrill straight to her gushing pussy. Matt nodded in the darkness, his eyes never quite focusing.

"But wait... why are you naked?" He slurred, eyes roaming over her nudity.

Marco was once again bringing her down from her orgasm, teasing as much pleasure out of her as he was able to without being overstimulating.

"Naked... uhh... because I'm..." Rachel's mind raced, but she could only come up with the truth: "because I want to fuck now!"

Taking her hint, Marco carefully adjusted himself, sliding out from below her and repositioning himself quietly, evidently still hidden from Matt's sight somehow.

"Oh! Damn." Matt purred, his eyes struggling to stay open. "I think I'm too fucked to drunk you... uhhh... I mean..." he mumbled, his voice trailing off, eyes now fully closed as he settled back into his pillow.

Rachel looked at his crotch- a bulge was visible underneath his clothes, but why did it seem smaller than she remembered?

"I'm so hard for you babe..." her boyfriend said, his breath catching as he snored a little. "I want to feel your mouth..." the end of the sentence never arrived, though his request was clear.

Rachel's thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of Marco's strong hands around her waist. With ease, he lifted her ass into the air, propping her up on her knees. She fumbled with her boyfriend's pants, slipping them down around his thighs, all the while feeling Marco caressing her buttocks enthusiastically, kneading and spreading her ample cheeks.

Finally managing to slip his boxers down, Rachel took hold of her boyfriend's semi-erect member, noting how her hand could easily close around it. As she sucked his tip into her mouth, feeling it jump a little, Rachel felt Marco take one of his hands off of her behind.

Something hot pressed against her clitoris, and Rachel moaned around her boyfriend's penis. Slowly, the searing object traced its way through her flooded lips, eventually resting on the precipice of her sex.

Her lips moved up and down, unable to ignore how easily she could swallow Matt. She'd never thought of him as small before, but then, she'd never seen a beast like Marco's in real life.

Speaking of, Rachel couldn't help but notice that, despite still holding his cock against her waiting hole, Marco had yet to enter her. She quickly realized that he was waiting for her to make the first move, to confirm her consent and give herself over to their shared carnal desires.

With a soul-wracking shudder, Rachel pushed herself back; slowly allowing more and more of Marco inside of her. She felt her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth, pain quickly turning into a numbing pleasure that stole her breath.

Rachel's lips tightened as her body seized up from the pleasure, prompting Matt to start twitching in her mouth. Moments later, a splash of cum coated her throat, then another, followed by several more until, with a small grunt, he went immediately flaccid and slipped out of her mouth.

Rachel couldn't help but contrast this with the rod of superheated steel that was pushing its way past her labia, spearing into her canal at an agonizingly deliberate pace. She didn't dare move any quicker, worried as she was that she'd be split in half by the unholy monster. Even giving herself time to adjust, Rachel doubted that she could handle Marco's cock- engulfing each new millimeter of man meat was a herculean effort. She couldn't recall ever having felt so full before; stuffed to her limit and beyond.

She felt her pussy stretching, surely to an obscene degree. It was as though a thousand tiny needles were jabbing into her sensitive flesh, then injecting her with pure pleasure before she could process the discomfort.

"Fu...." Her mouth lolled open, disjointed moans and whimpers spilling out in an incongruous cacophony of carnality.

In short: it felt really fucking good.

Rachel paused, feeling the steady beating of Marco's heart reverberating through their connection. He was deeper inside her than anyone, even Louis, had ever been. She was thankful that Marco had taken the time to get her ready for him- if her hole wasn't absolutely drenched, there would have been no way to accommodate his girth.

"Is it all the way in?" She squealed, barely able to talk over her great heaving breaths.

Marco chuckled.

"Well, more like halfway." He replied, giving her ass cheek a gentle smack.

"Holy fuck!" Rachel's eyes slammed shut as something like an orgasm shot through her nervous system, filling her chest with fire.

"Half? Fucking half?" She cried in disbelief. Was Marco even human?

"Yeah, just about." He answered, unfazed. He was probably used to this, Rachel figured. Focusing on her overstuffed hole, she knew that she would never be able to get used to it.

"I can't..." she panted, her mind overloaded by the intense internal pressure. "You do it."

"Gladly."

The moment he pulled back, letting some of his delicious member leave the confines of her electrified pussy, Rachel came explosively. The world receded from her, becoming indistinct in a haze of sensations more powerful than she could handle.

Then he reversed course, feeding his cock into her with relish.

"Damn, girl, your pussy was made for my cock." Marco said, caressing her buttocks. His words were lost on her, however, as she needed all of her brain-power just to remember to keep breathing, something which she only sporadically succeeded at.

As Marco bottomed out, an impossible amount of dick stuffed inside her, Rachel swore she could feel her eyes bulging out. Her whole body felt tight, paralyzed by a level of pleasure she had never imagined to be possible.

After a few more slow strokes, Marco fell into an easy rhythm, pumping his hips back and forth as he played her pussy like a violin. The sounds pouring heedlessly from her mouth, while hardly a violin concerto, vibrated with the music of their lovemaking.

"Ahhhh! Ffff... hooly... fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!"

"You like that, baby girl?" Marco asked without slowing down.

"Haaaah! Fuck yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" He picked up his pace, slamming himself into her, the sounds of skin on skin echoing through the silent room.

"Gonna wake your boyfriend up being this loud." Marco cautioned, reaching down to play with her clit.

"Fuck him! I mean, fuck me!" She yelled, going delirious from the pleasure.

"I see. You like getting fucked on top of Matt, don't you?"

Rachel exploded, her pussy clamping down as if it never wanted Marco to escape. Her consciousness faded in and out as she rode out the intense climax, until it eventually eased into a low simmer- never quite ending.

"I... uhh..." she tried weakly, but was unable to string two words together.

"Should I keep going?" Marco asked, slowing his pistoning down to let her catch her breath.

Still trying to get her bearings, Rachel nodded emphatically, and Marco began rearranging her insides once again. Three or four orgasms later, Rachel blacked out, her throat raw from screaming and her head pounding with her frantic heartbeat. The last thing she remembered was the feeling of somebody shifting beneath her, though she couldn't remember if there had been anybody else in the room with her and Marco.

The feeling of sunlight bathing her face in its gentle warmth roused Rachel, though all else was still fuzzy, as if she was wrapped in a thick layer of cotton. Next, she became aware of a throbbing pain between her legs. It wasn't altogether unpleasant, as it carried with it hints of bygone pleasures, but it was rather intense.

"Uuurgh." She groaned, sensation coming back to her stiff limbs.

"Morning Sunshine!" She heard a voice call from somewhere nearby. Matt's voice, she belatedly realized. She opened her mouth to reply, but quickly closed it as her memories of the prior night began to materialize. "Have a good night?" His voice was cheerful, upbeat- she almost resented him for his apparent immunity to hangovers. Meanwhile, Rachel felt as if she was coming off of a week of binge drinking, despite not having touched a drop of liquor.

"Mmmph." She managed to grunt, rolling over to shield herself from the daylight. She noticed that she was wearing a pair of cotton panties and nothing else. "Yeah I... I mean, it was fine." Rachel pulled herself into a seated position, feeling her body protest every movement. "What about you?"

"Ha! Well, the first half of the night was a lot of fun- we really have to go to that club together sometime!"

"Sure baby! What about the second half though?" Rachel rubbed her eyes, slowly adjusting to the morning light.

"Can't say I remember much of it. Lots of dancing, a few strippers, then I think one of my friends brought me home. Don't remember who though."

"Marco..." Rachel said automatically, a flush coming to her cheeks.

"Oh! Of course, it would be him. That guy's a great friend- always taking care of me. Did you get to see him then?"

"Y... yeah I saw him." All of him.

"And? What did you think of him?"

"He... uhhhh... seems nice." He's fucking hot.

"He definitely is. He can be a lot to handle sometimes, though." Tell me about it.

Rachel stood up, stretching out her muscles.

"So you don't remember anything else?" Do you remember me getting dicked down on top of you?

"Nah, not really. Bits and pieces, but not enough to make sense out of."

Rachel breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't ready for that conversation yet.

"There is one thing though..." He continued, and Rachel's breath caught in her throat. "I had a really... interesting dream." Fuck.

"A dream?" She asked, her nipples perking up as a shiver ran through her.

"Yeah. You were in it; we were in this room, and you gave me an awesome blowjob, and then..." he was interrupted by the sounds of two phones going off at the same time.

Turning towards the sound, Matt picked up both of their phones from the nearby desk, glancing briefly at Rachel's before tossing it to her.

"Looks like my boss needs me right away, sorry!" Matt grumbled, pushing himself out of his desk chair and gathering his clothes. "What about you?" He asked, indicating her phone.

Turning her attention to the message, Rachel felt a sudden pang in her chest. It was Marco.

"Hey girl. Hope you're doing okay this morning. Even if we didn't get to finish properly last night, I still had a blast."

"Just a friend." Rachel replied to her boyfriend, lying with surprising ease as another text came through.

"We gotta meet up some time to finish what we started." This he followed up with a photo of a creamy white ass, its ample cheeks sandwiching an enormous black cock between them. "Hope you don't mind that I took a souvenir."

"A friend?" Asked Matt, straightening his collar. "Making any plans?"

"Uhhh, I'm not sure. I might just stay home today." Rachel replied, her eyes glued to Marco's photo.

"You should do something! I'll be busy all day, so don't worry about me. Go have some fun!"

A chime announced another message.

"So, what do you say? Want to try again?" Marco asked, sending a picture of his massive, erect cock, head slick with pre-cum. In the background, Rachel could see another screen displaying the photos she had sent to Matt last night.

"Love you babe! See you tonight!" Matt planted a kiss on her forehead and walked out the door.

As Rachel listened to the sound of their car starting and pulling out of the driveway, she turned her attention back to her phone, fingers hovering above the keyboard.

"Matt just left. Come over. Now."

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