@kingdonmicrofic day 06 -> laughter (421/325) nsfw, infidelity
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“Don’t you trust me?”
He’s not supposed to be in Mel’s tent. Not only is it a hassle to fit both of them due to its single occupant limit, but there’s a cacophony of distant laughter they’re supposed to be part of down by the lake.
But it’s difficult to voice her every concern when his fingers are dipping beneath her bikini bottoms insistently, as she keens from the gentle pressure and impatient intrusion. She’d been insufferably wet the entire afternoon, watching Frank traipse around with sand clinging to his ankles and beer-sticky lips and swim trunks hanging low enough for her to see the dark, wispy hairs below his naval.
“Yes,” she finally responds in a weak, breathy sort of sound, pawing at his damp shoulders. He parts the pads of her top like a curtain, soaking up the sight of her breasts as if they’re a glorious morning sunrise. Lapping at her nipples and collarbones while he works her open.
The foam mat beneath her squeaks when he rucks her hips up, withdrawing his fingers and shuffling his cock out. Their skin stinks like lakewater and residual sweat but Mel doesn’t care, writhing and absentmindedly moaning little pleas for Frank to hurry up, her sweet, syrupy pussy all empty and weeping for him.
He trembles when he’s fully inside, their hips flush, folding himself over her, mouthing at Mel’s jaw with a loose tongue, panting against her neck. Rhythm unsteady and desperate, chasing something he has so little time to fully reach.
Mel gets him in flashes like this; intrusive thoughts leading down a path that only ends with them tangled up and trying to ignore reality, to pretend it’ll last longer. Stretching seconds and minutes until the last possible moment, hoping everything won’t fall apart.
She can fight off the worry of everything they’re ignoring until he finally comes, biting down on her shoulder hard enough to draw a little bit of blood.
Frank presses a chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth and reminds her to wait at least five minutes before coming back down to the lake. To think of an excuse that won’t fuck his own up and make Abby wonder if Mel really is someone to be concerned about.
It’s a tumultuous task, but Mel manages to look her best friend in the eye while selling some excuse about a difficult phone conversation with her twin, all while evidence of their betrayal floods her bottoms and sticks to the insides of her thighs.
