Makoto, how often do you think that Hajime will buy the excuse that Chiaki left some videos shared on her discord whenever he hears you fucking her through an online call?
“As long as he wants to continue pretending Chiaki’s his girlfriend, he’ll buy it every time.” Makoto said, shrugging somewhat nonchalantly. “Honestly, I don’t have anything against him- Chiaki’s the one who insists on doing this.” He said, his free hand eagerly groping her fat tits.
Chiaki nodded shakily, her face flushed and panting. “Y-Yeah~ It’s like- a stealth game~” She says, only to moan throatily as Makoto’s fingers close around her nipple viciously.
“Ch-Chiaki?” Hajime’s tinny voice sounded through the computer. “Is everything alright?”
“Y-Yeah~” Chiaki slurred, licking her lips. “Everything’s fine- just stretching a bit. Why, did you hear something weird?” She asked, and Hajime laughed awkwardly.
“N-No, no, just- Anyway, uh, can’t we do a video call?” He asked, and Chiaki whimpered as Makoto moved her body, bending her over her desk and leaving her tits pancaked against the wooden surface and her ass jutting out behind her.
“N-No~ Sorry, Hajime-kun, but my webcam still doesn’t work~” She mewled as Makoto flipped up her skirt and puled down her panties. “I need to get it fixed soon so you can see me~”
Makoto didn’t know if Chiaki actually planned to do anything about her ‘broken webcam’, but honestly, he didn’t care. He had much more important things to worry about.
“I- I guess it can’t be helped then…” Hajima said, and Makoto couldn’t wait another instant before slamming hsi cock into Chiaki’s drooling cunt. The gamer moaned loudly at that, accompanied by the clapping of hips meeting ass flesh, maknig an incredibly lewd harmony that filled the room for a moment.
“Ch-Chiaki!?” Hajime asked, sounding surprised, before almost audibly sagging. “Did you forget one of your v-videos again? I’m hearing, strange sounds…” He said despondent, and Chiaki swallowed a moan to speak into the microphone.
“I dunno~ Maybe? Who knows I have so many tabs open at any moment- any one of them could be making ‘strange noises’.” She lied blatantly, only to moan again as Makoto’s hand fell on her ass with a crash.
For a moment, Hajime was silent, until Chiaki prompted him to talk about his day, which was the last time she would speak to him for a while, because Makoto pulled the girl back up for a sloppy making out session while the cuck spoke and no one listened.
Makoto didn’t know what was wrong with Chiaki and Hajime’s relationship, but goddamn, he didn’t care as long as he got to fuck Chiaki when she was like this. The normally despondent and almost lazy gamer turned into an animal when her boyfriend was listening, and honestly, if it wasn’t Makoto, it would be whoever walked past her door next.
And there was no way Makoto was letting anyone else have dibs on such a prime piece of fuckmeat~