My living situation with Xander definitely has a lot of benefits.
He's a great cook.
He's just as OC as I am when it comes to cleanliness, maybe even more so.
He knows all the right people, and can get us in to any packed event or resto at a drop of a hat.
Plus, he's definitely a ten when it comes to sex.
He's a generous lover, and has shown me some moves that's made me feel inadequate, at times (and believe me, I'm good).
However, nobody's perfect.
Last night, as I entered our condo, I witnessed him fucking the hell out of someone on our living room sofa.
He was really going at it; no wonder his partner was moaning (actually almost screaming) his name over and over again.
The guy (whoever he was) was sitting almost spread-eagled on the sofa, Xander on top of him, humping away, with the former's hands grasping and squeezing his bubble buttocks.
I ehem'd.
Xander didn't stop humping but he did peek a glance at me.
"Don't mind us, sweetie," he groaned and smiled, "In fact, feel free to join us."
I smiled.
I looked at the guy he was thrusting so hard and deep into.
Hmmm, not bad, not bad at all.
I started unbuckling my belt, "Is there room for one more in there?"
cool!!!
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