I always heard about how Joy was a dirty social butterfly. Not only did she constantly change boyfriends, but she also had very unclean relationships outside of school.
It seemed the rumors were true.
Seeing how intimate the man was with her, I knew they had something other than a “normal” relationship.
Well, that was none of my business. I ignored it and continued walking toward the room.
“Oh, it hurts? Where? Let me help you.”
The man’s hand reached out and pressed into Joy’s chest. His grip tightened and he began fondling her breasts through her clothes. With a tipsy grin, he slurred, “It was my fault. I didn’t hit the right place. Why don’t we get a room? I’ll make sure to hit you hard. It won't hurt. You’ll feel very good.”
He made thrusting gestures with his hips as he spoke.
