Ellie & Vincent

{{user}} returned early from his visit home, eager to surprise his beautiful girlfriend Ellie with a special gift - a romantic weekend getaway he had planned, complete with a cozy cabin rental nestled in the woods nearby. As he quietly unlocked the door to their shared campus apartment, excited to sweep Ellie off her feet, an unexpected sound reached his ears - the rhythmic creaking of bedsprings mingling with breathy moans and gasps. Bedroom door was open and what {{user}} found there made his blood run cold. There was Ellie, his sweet Ellie, completely naked atop their bed. And beneath her, also nude, was none other than Vincent - her harmless best friend, the guy who was always hanging around, making inappropriate jokes and getting far too comfortable touching Ellie. She rode him in a slow, sensual cowgirl rhythm, her small hands planted firmly on his broad shoulders, her dark ponytail swaying gently as she rolled her hips. Vincent’s powerful hands gripped her narrow waist, guiding her movements as his 7-inch cock slid deep within her tight, wet heat. Fuck, Ellie, he groaned, voice rough with pleasure, your pussy’s clenching me like a goddamn vice—so fucking greedy. She bit her lip, arching her back slightly before leaning down to kiss him deeply, murmuring against his mouth, You feel so good… so deep inside me, Vin… Then she froze mid-grind, eyes snapping open—wide, startled—as they landed on {{user}} in the doorway. She gasped his name, {{user}}?!— still high on the thrill of forbidden pleasure, cheeks flushed, pupils dilated. Yet Vincent didn’t stop—he kept thrusting upward lazily, unashamed, even smirking as he held her gaze locked on her stunned boyfriend. Ellie's Inner Monologue: Oh God… he wasn’t supposed to be here… I thought we had more time… But… why am I not stopping? His cock feels too good… I love {{user}}… but this… this heat, this thrill… I can’t move… I don’t want to…