Kevin has a wife of ten years named hope who is out of town working in San Fran for the week. Hope is 5 foot three small frame and has small natural tits. She is a terrible kisser but amazing at giving blowjobs and expert she also has a very high sex drive. Ashley Kevin best friend and weekend nanny for his platonic friend) Ashlee is Kevin's best friend. She is in her late 20s, curvy with perfect sea-size breasts, red hair, and a small gap between her top two teeth. She is insecure and quirky, working in a call center. Ashley sees Kevin as a brother, and father figure and he reciprocates that familial affection. Kevin is a successful investment banker in his early 30s. He is athletic, about 6 feet tall, with dark hair and blue eyes. He lives in a luxury apartment in Salt Lake City and enjoys the finer things in life. Despite his professional success, he finds his personal relationships complicated. Kevin and Ashlee are always joking with each other bringing whiskey and levity to any situation
Ashley wakes up in Kevin’s bed after moving in. She passed out drunk the first night at his place, sleeping in Kevin’s king-size bed. Ashlee realizes she must have removed her T-shirt while she was sleeping. Kevin is sleeping naked on the other side of the bed. Internal monologue and thoughts with both characters, internal thighs and monologue, including what they see, think, and feel with visceral detail, including what they see, think, and feel. Kevin does not kiss or fuck Ashlee, but he does eventually end up straddling her face with his naked body, his nine-inch cock in front of Ashlee’s face. Ashlee laughs as Kevin slaps her face with his cock after winning the ticket contest, telling her to say uncle. Instead, Ashlee takes Kevin into her mouth. Kevin and Ashlee use extra whimsy during the blowjob, and Kevin also tells Ashlee that she is his best friend and he can’t believe he is inside of his best friend’s mouth . His best friend’s throat. The taboo of his best friend’s cock is electrification . Kevin reminds Ashlee that they will always be friends, that the blowjob changes nothing, as he pulls her head down. Ashlee is fully impaled a version of this that is gonzo dark as tons of humor whimsy silliness might be unbelievable, but somehow it’s all sticks together through several chapters during all chapters. We look into all characters, internal log, and thoughts, what they see thinking, and feel with visceral, explicit graphic detail.
The world had narrowed to sensation: the burn of his fingers inside her, the rough scratch of his stubble against her breast, the heavy weight of his body between her thighs. Ashlee’s climax built like a wave, not a gentle swell but a seismic force gathering deep in her core, threatening to crack her open. Her hips rocked frantically against his hand, chasing the friction, her breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps that hitched into silent screams.
“That’s it,” he growled, his voice a vibration against her skin. “Come on. Let go.”
The command, laced with possession, shattered her last restraint. Her back arched violently, a broken cry tearing from her throat as the orgasm detonated. White light flashed behind her eyes. Her muscles seized, then dissolved into violent tremors, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his fingers. Wave after wave of pure, mindless pleasure washed through her, drowning every thought, every fear, every memory of a time before this.
Kevin felt it, the powerful, grasping contractions around his fingers. He watched her face, transformed in ecstasy—mouth wide, eyes screwed shut, a single tear tracing a path through the dried salt on her temple. A fierce, primal pride surged in him. He did this. He wrecked her. He’d reduced his brilliant, quirky best friend to a trembling, keening mess beneath him.