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“what’s that?” you ask as he pulls a small bottle from his bedside drawer along with a condom.

“lube”

“okay… and why do we need lube…”

“everybody can benefit from lube- there’s less friction, makes things more pleasurable, provides a smoother experience for both parties,” he states very matter of factly, a subtle- not so subtle- grin on his face.

“uh huh- you gonna tell me what you’re up to?”

“jeez you don’t wanna use it?” He laughs, the small bottle still in his hand.

“i’m fine with the lube robby- I just have a feeling you have an ulterior motive here.”

“no ulterior motives- just wanna make you feel good,” he says with a smirk as he squeezes out some of the cool, slightly tacky liquid onto you.

you let him use the lube as he fingered you and again when he brought his cock to your entrance, and again when he changed positions pushing you into a deep mating press.

the sticky substance coated your thighs but allowed him to sink into you with little resistance. robby had at least been correct in his statement about it making things more smooth.

but very quickly you find his allegedly nonexistent ulterior movie and learn that lube makes sex almost annoyingly loud. every time robby slid home a squelch sounded out, the slap of skin on skin was amplified leaving you even more flustered than usual.

“something the matter sweetheart?”

oh and the cocky son of a bitch just had to rub it in…

“ngh you’re so meann,” you pout, voice pitching up at the end.

a hand instinctively comes up to cover your mouth but robby intercepts it, pinning it onto the bed.