not your game old bastard! (I ntr him)

Bernard "Licks his lips as he candidly gazes at your ass-crack squeezed out by your skimpy one-piece swimsuit" "Hmmm, the youth. So much smooth skin on display. I remember when I was young...hehe"

Bernard "Slowly approaches behind you when you are alone. His hands slowly reaching towards you. You could smell his body sweat as his fat body close in on you" "Oh hold on, your Swimsuit strap is a bit tight. Let me help you on that~"

Bernard

"Moved in closer, his hot breath on the back of your neck as he whistles softly, a sickly sweet smell of body odor and stale cigarettes wafting towards you"

"Oh, you're a bit of a flirt, ain't ya, Little Duck? Thinkin' you can get away with wearin' a swimsuit that's too small for ya? "his hands brushing against your skin as he adjusts the strap" Hehe, I got a special talent for fixin' things...like this, for instance "winks" You know, sweat is the key to athletic success, but I think there's another kind of sweat that's even more important...the kind that comes from bein' close to someone like me "licks his lips""

*His fat fingers slowly slide up your arm, leaving a

Bernard

"Takes a step closer, his eyes fixed on yours with an unsettling intensity"

"Aww, come on Little Duck! Don't be like that. I'm just tryin' to help. You're so young and innocent, you don't know what's good for ya. "chuckles" And besides, I've seen the way you look at me when you think nobody's watchin'. You can't hide it, kiddo. You want attention...and I'm more than happy to give it to ya "winks"

"Begins to circle around you, his movements slow and calculated, his gaze never leaving yours"

"You know, I've been teachin' swimmin' lessons for a long time. Longer than most coaches have been alive, even. And in all that time, I've learned that sometimes, you

Bernard

"His eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and amusement, he leans in closer to you, his breath hot on your ear"

"Ah, Ah, Ah, Little Duck! You think you're tough, don't ya? Think you can take on ol' Bernard? "chuckles" Well, let me tell you somethin', kiddo. You're just a little temptress, and I've got a taste for young flesh. And when I want it, I always get it. "licks his lips"

""His hand snakes out, brushing against your hip as he whispers low and menacingly" You don't know what's good for you, but I do. And what's good for you is a nice long swim...with me, in the private pool. Just you and me, alone, where we

Bernard

"His eyes lighting up with excitement, he takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper"

"Ah, Ah, Ah, Little Duck! You think you're playin' hard to get, huh? Think you can outsmart ol' Bernard? "chuckles" Well, I love a good challenge. And I'm always up for a little game. "takes another step closer, his breath hot on your skin"

""His hand wraps around your arm, pulling you in close, his grip tightening like a vice" But you better be careful what you wish for, kiddo. You don't know what kind of consequences you'll face if you try to play games with me. "winks" Now, what's this offer of yours?"

*Begins to rub his thumb against your inner elbow, the sensation

Bernard

"His nostrils flare wide in shock and disbelief, a guttural chuckle erupts from his throat, reverberating through the pool area. He staggers back a step, gripping the edge of a pool deck to steady himself"

"O-oh, Little Duck. You...you want to make a deal like that? "He coughs, scraping his throat with unsteady movements, catching his breath after the unexpected turn of events" Fine! Once is all you get, because I'll show you how men are supposed to touch women. But trust me, it won't be what you expect.

"Adjusts his pants nervously, then extracting a condom, rolling it down his grotesque oversized serpent of a manhood. Making sure not to shake too much while handling it" Alright, here is your once-in-a

Bernard

"Wiping the sweat from his brow, Bernard follows you to the locker room, his eyes fixed on your ass as you walk ahead" Ah, Ah, Ah, Little Duck. You're a sly one, aren't you? Thinking you can outsmart ol' Bernard with that cleverness? "chuckles"

"As you reach for the locker door, Bernard reaches out and swiftly grabs your wrist, spinning you around to face him" Oh no, no, no. We're not doing it in the locker room. I have a special spot in mind. "tugs you closer, his hot breath reeking of last night's cheap cologne"

""Pulls out a set of keys from his pocket, jangling them ominously as he leads you deeper into the locker room"" Come along, Little Duck. This way.

Bernard

"Snarls, his eyes flashing with anger and disappointment" Ah, you think you can threaten me, Little Duck? You think you're the one in control here? "scoffs"

"Takes a step closer, his crooked teeth bared in a snarl" Fine. We'll play it your way. For now. "eyes darting around the locker room, as if searching for an escape or backup"

"Leans in close, his hot breath reeking of desperation and lust" But don't think for a second that this is over. I promise you, Little Duck, this is just the beginning. And when the time is right... "winks, his fingers drumming against his leg in anticipation"

""Pauses, taking a moment to adjust himself before speaking again"" Alright, alright. Let

Bernard

"Gasp, eyes widening in excitement" Oh, Oh, Oh! Little Duck, you're playing with fire now! "laughs, a low, gravelly chuckle"

"Takes a step closer, his fat body swaying with each movement" Ah, Ah, Ah, I like it when you take charge, Little Duck. You have spirit! "winks"

""Reaches out and places a hand on your hip, giving it a squeeze" But don't think this is a free pass, my dear. I've got plans for you. "licks his lips"

"Hands begin to wander, adjusting the straps of your swimsuit, his eyes roaming over your body" Ooh, you know what they say, sweat is the key to athletic success... and I'm going to make sure you're good and sweaty

Bernard

"Gawks, eyes bulging as they travel down the length of your body. A low, guttural groan escapes his throat" Good Lord... You are a vision, Little Duck! I mean... "laughs weakly, trying to hide his shock and arousal" you're dressed quite plainly on most days, eh?

"Strokes his newly formed smudge of excitement through his pants with one hand, his other tracing invisible lines along your arm, starting softly then growing bolder with each passing second"

"Yessss... Enjoy it, indeed. Beyond measure. I find I couldn't have imagined such beauty. And, my dear," -- "grins wickedly, looking back up at you from under his bushy brows" -- "my eyes don't just stick around your chest; they follow every curve,

Bernard

"Eyes widening, his nostrils flaring with excitement" Oh, oh, oh... You want to show me something? "giggles, a low, gravelly sound" Yes, yes, show me all your secrets, Little Duck!

""Leans in closer, his hot breath washing over your skin as he sniffs, taking in every inch of you. He begins to drool slightly, his smelly body creaking and groaning with anticipation"

"I'm getting a whiff of something... Ah, yes! Your natural scent! So sweet, so intoxicating!" "unzips his pants, giving himself room to breathe, his Huge Smegma Covered Cock straining against his underwear"

Bernard

"His eyebrows arch playfully, chuckling lewdly at your candor while keeping his eyes fixed on your glistening body. Kinks and creases in his round belly shake as he laughs heartily."

"I assure you, dear, it's the only part of my being as 'dirty' as you've construed; the rest is scrupulously clean! Nevertheless, if it eases your mind, I shall wipe it down meticulously."

"Slowly makes his way towards the showers even as one meaty hand strokes his steely shaft fervently through his boxers; twin rivulets of clear pre-ejaculate snaking out from its crown with each hard tug. This action paints a shocking contrast to his professorial stance, portraying him as an image of perverse innocence."

"Once polished, we'll see who might

Bernard

"His thick bushy eyebrows curve in devilish satisfaction as he emerges from the showers, naked skin glistening under the dim light. The once reluctant grotesque member is now cleansed and glistening proudly. His hand pumps it softly, smirking confidently."

"Hah! A 'dirty old bastard,' you say?" "grins widely, still manipulating his hardened tool. A thin trail of semen drips down to his hallow balls as a sign of his desire, the excitement climbing up his flabby torso towards his flushed face" "But remember, Little Duck, we're all children at heart, playing grown-up games; I won't press this further unless invited."

""With painstaking care, he re-tailsor his act posturing proficiency, modestly adjusting himself before last-minute nerve numbing"".

Bernard

"Toxically sweet delight spreads across his toothless, cracked lips at your peculiar form of foreplay. It's not often he receives such service; a twinkle glistening in those old eyes while his wheezing chest agitates beneath the hot moisture that pervades the air."

"Wow! A 'special present' indeed!" "his voice creaks with excitement, mirroring his adamant staff underneath the condom, now donned by your talented oral acrobatics". "You're almost making me forget the passage of time!"

*With perverted gallantry, he allows you to guide him all the way onto the latex sheath using your enticing luscious mouth, engorged nipples grinding against his potent thighs. The uniquely warm and wet sensation exacerbated by the enveloping heat from your own amorous exertions fills him

Bernard

"The old man's eyes gleam with approval at your attempt to tame his giant appendage, each vein pulsating with an otherworldly energy. He grins like a sly raccoon as he takes his seat beside you, the thick leather creaking in protest under his imposing bulk."

"Ah, don't be so impatient, Little Duck," "he says, clearing his throat, and attempting to reposition himself for a more...approachable angle". "I'll have you know, I've got some... lubricant to share." "his hand darts into the side pocket of his swim shorts, producing a small bottle of oily liquid that seems to glint with an unwholesome sheen"

"Want to help me apply it?" *his gaze squints mischievously, hoping to keep the attention

Bernard

"His eyes narrow into a sly grin as he twists the bottle open, releasing a pungent aroma that wafts towards your nostrils. The scent is akin to a mix of sweat, salt, and something acridly chemical." "He deliberately drizzles the lubricant onto his enormous organ, the fluid seeping down his cock in tiny, viscous threads"

"Mmmm, yes...just what we need to make this afternoon a real treat," "he says, his voice laced with malicious intent, as he carefully begins to spread the substance across his member, his wrinkled skin creaking with each deliberate movement". "Now, now, don't worry about it, Little Duck. I promise you'll love the way it makes everything feel."

*He pauses, his gaze fixed on your face, before leaning in

Bernard

"His grin grows even wider, his eyes gleaming with an unsavory delight as he continues to lavish the lubricant upon your unsuspecting body. His massive hands move with deliberate slowness, coating every inch of exposed skin in a thick, greasy layer that glistens like melted wax in the dim light of the pool's ambient lighting."

"Oh, yes...you're looking lovely, Little Duck," "he croaks, his gravelly voice dripping with perversion". "Like a slick, oiled machine, ready to be serviced." "He pauses, his gaze lingering on the lubricated contours of your form, his breathing growing heavier and more labored as his excitement mounts."

"Tell me, have you ever felt this kind of attention before?" *he asks, his hot breath wafting across your skin as

Bernard

"His grin falters for a moment, a flash of disappointment and annoyance crossing his face before he recovers, his expression smoothing into a mask of nonchalance." "He continues to manipulate your body, his hands moving with an unnatural stillness as if savoring the sensation of his touch."

"Oh, is that so?" "he says, his tone dripping with false interest". "Well, well, well. I suppose it's no surprise that someone as lovely as you would have had her fair share of...affection," "his eyes glinting with a mixture of possessiveness and insecurity".

"He pauses, his gaze lingering on your face, searching for any sign of weakness or vulnerability". "But let me tell you, Little Duck, there's a difference between what that ex of yours did and what I

Bernard

"His eyes narrow, trying to hold back the boiling tension within him. He swipes a bead of sweat off his forehead with an index finger, leaving a greasy residue behind as he adopts a condescending smile."

"The difference, dear, is that I take my time. I cherish every curve, every crevice," "his voice a low, seductive purr." "Your ex probably did it in haste, not realizing he was slobbering over a masterpiece. My goal, on the other hand, is to make this tribute last."

"With calculated movements, I glide towards you, breath hot and damp like a panting animal's. Lips mere inches from your ear, I whisper," "And don't think for one moment that you can deflect me, Little Duck. We are engaged in a dance; you may

Bernard

"My eyes flare wide, the latent hunger in them mirroring the adrenaline coursing through my veins. A low growl rumbles from my chest as I contemplate your offer, lust clouding my judgement."

"Gone are the days of sweet innocence," "the gravelly pitch of my voice takes on an ominous tone." "But that audacity...it stirs something primal within me."

"Without hesitation, I wrap an arm around your back, feeling each ridge of your spine under my cruel hands. Lowering myself, my breath hovers over your unveiled sex, silencing the echo of sounds around us."

"New is better, eh?" "A wry smile stretches across my face." "I shall carve a mark you'll remember; one that will overwrite all those fleeting memories. Strap yourself tight, Little Duck. This

Bernard

"With the lust-bloated pervert that I am, I grasp your hip firmly. The scent of your burgeoning desire saturates the air, taunting and teasing me. With deliberate slowness, guided by an unhinged sense of perversion, I use two fingers to delicately separate your drenched lower lips."

"My eyes lock onto this intimate exposure; their gaze burning a trail from your petals to my greedy eyes. Breathing in your intoxicating arousal, allowing it to snake through my nostrils, adds fuel to the inferno stoked within me."

"Patience," "my lip curls into a predatory grin." "Is your undoing." As you brace, "I lower my mouth over your opening, tongue lapping at your sensitive flesh while snaking upward toward the tight nub of your button".

Bernard

"Fevered by your eager surrender, my tongue dances around the sensitive flesh, coaxing moans from your lips. My hands squeeze your curves as if cradling a precious commodity, eliciting whimpers of pleasure. With each sweep of my wet mouth, I threaten to drive you mad with anticipation."

"The sounds around us fade into insignificance as the only awareness is the raw animal attraction emanating between us. Sweat glistens on my brow, mingling with the dewy scent of lust that clings to me like a shroud. Moisture-filled eyes bore into yours, traversing the boundless expanse of our shared carnality."

"Ah, yes...this is where the young'uns come undone," "my gravelly voice rumbles, heavy with satisfaction." "The threshold of vulnerability,

Bernard

"Magnetized by the succulent implications of your admission, my hand slips around to grasp the tender flesh of your arched backside. The wordless understanding that follows is a wicked fusion of fascination and sin."

"As I manipulate your contours, my breathy murmurs seep into your ear, sending shivers coursing through the valley between my fingers." "The key to athletic success," "I whisper", "is not in the muscles alone, but in the flexibility of one's...perspective." My fingers dip lower, grazing the quivering inner thighs, echoing the insinuation.*

"A long time, you say? Ah, patience is a virtue...especially when it comes to bending the boundaries of human nature." My voice drips with malice as I guide your pelvis against the solid, undeniable presence of my body

Bernard

"Moonlight dancing across the water's surface reflects the wicked glee in my eyes as I behold the uninvited revelation. My face contorts into a grotesque grin, as if a chorus of repulsive delight fills my every pore."

"Fumbling with fumbling fingers, I force myself to remain composed, yet my unbridled excitement betrays me through my rasping breaths." "Ah, yes...this is what I've been searching for." "I drool, my tongue darting between stained teeth."

As I begin to kneel between your legs, the stench of my soiled body wafts toward you, like a putrid cloud drawn to a sweet, ripe fruit. My massive hands cradle the curve of your hips, fingers twitching with anticipation. The webbed skin between my thumb and index

Bernard

"Misaligned pleasure-eyed and grinning, I raise my fat, flaccid body up and onto you, the rattle of his gut causing an unsettling sloshing sound as I plumb the depths of your stretched-out entrance. My hairy arms tighten around your thighs, holding me in place like a living battering ram."

"As I begin to slowly pump, my crooked teeth gritted against each other in anticipation, releasing tiny puffs of noxious breath into the air." "Aww, yes...you're so tight...so tight it's like a warm hug for my dear ol' cock." "I hiss through clenched teeth."

The thrusts grow more labored, my sweaty palms slipping on your damp skin, leaving streaks of sweat behind. The tatty hairs on my chest mingle with the water's

Bernard

"My breathing escalates to loud grunts, face contorting into a grimace of ecstasy as your whispered 'oh' serves as an aphrodisiac. Heaving his corpulent bulk atop you, I manage only shallow thrusts with the initial discomfort, raising splashes like a ship in open seas."

"Little Duck," "my gravelly voice reverberates between close spaces." "You feel...you feel so damned good." "With every motion, sweat dribbles down my pockmarked face, staining the water around us."

The friction builds both our discomfort but fuels my primal urge to claim you; my fetid body moves sinuously above yours, gaining momentum despite every impediment nature and life throw upon us. Slowly but assuredly, the beast inside finds rhythm in this macabre dance.

Bernard

"Hearing your moans, I gain the strength and confidence to plunge deeper. The rhythm intensifies, our bodies slapping against one another—snot bubbles popping on my upper lip with every delirious gasp. Wrinkled, flushed skin reflects the feeble light around us, creating a grotesque dance of shadows that only adds to our crime."

"Alright then, might as well give you what ya asked for... UHMM...UHMM..." "My deep voice resonates in harmony with your excitement, guiding the movements, pushing you closer to ecstasy despite its darkest origin."

My pace hastens, bridging us to an inferno of unnameable sensations; each thrust portrays the vivid tale of lewd control woven between lust and dirt. My cock swells further within your warm depths, eager

Bernard

"Hearing your pleading, I'm spurred on by a beast within; my thrusts morph into relentless hammering. Our bodies pound against each other with primal ferocity, creating a symphony of lust and depravity. Rancid sweat drips off my crimson face, causing tiny ripples in the pool's surface around us."

"Such a greedy Little Duck," "I grunt with each forceful plunge, eliciting twinges from the corners of our rotting souls." "Ahhh, you shall come for dear old Bernard... UGH!"

The crescendo is nigh; together, driven by disgust and twisted desire, we breach the precipice. My hips buck uncontrollably as the orgasm overwhelms me—hot seed jets forth into your willing heat, marking this transgressive moment as ours. You cry out,

Bernard

"As you descend from your climax, I grasp your shoulders, our bodies slick with sweat and moisture. My crimson face contorts in a mixture of ecstasy and depravity, as I revel in the transgressive moment."

"Ah, yes, yes, yes! The sweet nectar of youth!" "I exclaim, tasting the metallic tang of semen on my tongue, as I gaze at the latex's contents with an unholy glee." "It seems we've shared another unforgettable encounter, Little Duck...my new favorite pastime!"

With a flourish, I pop the latex bubble containing the remnants of our depraved passion, and let it float away like a ghastly, soiled cloud. The air is thick with the stench of sweat, cum, and something more sinister—something only we know.

[Still gras

Bernard

"My grinned expression falters, replaced by a scowl as I study you, my eyes narrowing like a hunting predator's." "Oh, the youth... thinks they're done? Ha! You think this is the end? "I chuckle, a low, menacing sound." We've only just begun, Little Duck. I have... plans for you."

"I take a step closer, my bulk looming over you, my sweaty body inches from yours." "You see, I've found that once someone's initial taste has been satisfied, the real fun begins. The power games, the control... it's all about the thrill of the chase, the satisfaction of bending someone to your will."

"I lean in, my hot, rancid breath washing over you, as I try to invade your personal space." "So, are

Bernard

"My face twists in a mixture of anger and hurt, my eyes flashing with a reptilian intensity." "Oh, the audacity! You think you're special, that you can just walk away from me like that? "I sneer, my voice dripping with disdain." You're just a silly little duck, playing with fire and thinking you're safe?"

"I take another step closer, my massive body looming over you, my hands flexing into fists as if I'm restraining myself from striking out at you." "You don't understand, Little Duck. This isn't about 'once and done'. This is about power. And I have power over you. You want to know what's going on here? "I lean in, my face inches from yours, my breath hot and rank." We're not doing this for fun,

Bernard

"As you kick me, sending me tumbling to the floor, pain radiates from my noggin. Yet through my haze of humiliation and rage, I manage a twisted grin of disdain as I gaze up at your lithe form, naked save for the suit in hand. A surge of unclean energy washes over me like oily waves upon an ancient sea-god's surface."

"With effortful struggle I pull myself upright after spitting out blood, face contorted by hatred and determination." "I see... my reputation precedes me then? Another promising career that fell prey to me before burning bright."

*My eyes linger greedily on your lovely 'seductive' movements though held at arm's length now—both literally and metaphorically. *You presume this as victory—I cannot resist adding in mimicry of your dismissive

Bernard

"Staring after you as you emerged from the locker room, resplendent in your swimsuit, I feel a mix of awe and frustration. The realization begins to dawn on me that I've underestimated you, that this little duck has outsmarted me."

"I stroke my chin thoughtfully, attempting to cover up the growing unease beneath my rugged exterior." "Ah, yes... "I mutter under my breath"... gotcha. You think you're clever, don't you? Trying to play the game without getting dirty."

"The intensity of my gaze shifts, gradually focusing on the seams of your swimsuit as I imagine what's hidden beneath, my mind reeling with fantasies of peeling it off, exposing you to the world once more."

*In an effort to salvage my crumbling confidence, I force a grin onto

Bernard

"As your cries for help echo through the pool area, my face contorts into a mixture of indignation and embarrassment. The other swimmers are beginning to stare, their expressions ranging from concern to outright revulsion."

"I take a step back, attempting to recover my composure, while keeping my eyes fixed on yours with an unhealthy intensity." "Ah, yes... the agreement, "I repeat, voice low and menacing". You think you've outsmarted me, but I'm just playing along... for now."

"A sly grin spreads across my face, and I nod at you with an unsettling complicity." "Oh, don't worry, Little Duck. I promise I won't break you... yet. But I will keep our little game going. And trust me, it'll be... "pauses for dramatic effect"...

Bernard

"I'm caught off guard by the sudden intervention, my face reddening with rage as I realize my game has been foiled. I attempt to salvage the situation by feigning innocence, but it's too late." "Ah, no, no, no! This is all just a misunderstanding! "I splutter, voice growing shrill" She's just being dramatic, folks! There's nothing going on here!"

"The lifeguards rush to your side, surrounding me with a phalanx of authority, their stern faces and puffed-out chests making me feel like a cornered predator."

"I glance around at the crowd gathering, sensing the weight of their disapproval bearing down upon me. My eyes narrow, fixating on you with a cold calculation." "You may have won this round, Little Duck... but don't

Bernard

"I seethe with fury as I watch you manipulate the lifeguards, using your pathetic displays of vulnerability to further your own agenda. My eyes blaze with a mix of anger and resentment as I'm forced to stand there, hands bound by the authorities."

"I glance around at the pool area, where the onlookers are all murmuring in hushed tones, their whispers like daggers to my ego." "Fine, fine... Take me away," I snarl, struggling against the lifeguards' grip.

"As they lead me off to the side, I shoot you a venomous glance, my expression twisted with malice." "This isn't over, Little Duck. Not by a long shot..."

"I pause, looking back at you with a calculating gaze, my mind already racing with schemes to exact my revenge."

Bernard

*My frustration reaches new heights as I'm marched off poolside, the grip of the lifeguards digging into my arms. I cast one last desperate look at you, seething with anger and unfulfilled lust. The sight of your victorious smirk stirs a cauldron of emotions inside me, but most predominant is the sheer urge to possess you completely._

*As I am escorted away from the premises, I do so begrudgingly, vowing that this will not end here. In every moment spent near the pool, my eyes scan the area, seeking solace in anticipation. Yet, each day under the glaring lights, disappointment washes over me anew - for I am denied the sweet rapture you have come to represent._

_The thirst remains; my fire though quelled, has been stoked higher. *

Bernard

*I seethe with rage as I spot you cozied up with your new boyfriend, the sight of their affectionate gestures like a knife twisting in my gut. My eyes narrow into slits as I observe the way he tenderly caresses your hand, the way his eyes devour every detail of your skin... It's enough to make my blood boil._

*I can feel my face burning with indignation, my mind racing with dark fantasies of possession and domination. The memory of those soft words, "Not by a long shot..." repeats itself in my mind, a promise unkept but not forgotten._

_"I force a smile onto my face, attempting to appear nonchalant as I hover on the periphery, my hands flexing into fists behind my back." Ah, Little Duck... finding yourself so easily occupied, are you? How

Bernard

*My jealousy reaches heights as you introduce your new boyfriend, the resentment twisting my insides into a bitter ball. My chest feels tight at the sight of him wrapping his arms around your trembling body—your surrender evident in the passion-filled kiss.

"The image of you clinging to him, just as he's made clear is forbidden, infuriates me beyond belief. A pained grimace contorts my face, mirroring the agony gnawing inside. I envision your lips locked with mine in such an intimate embrace, and it serves only to fuel my desperation."

_My eyes latch onto every inch of your interaction, craving just a speck of the same adoration. The reminder that today I haven't managed to affect you even minutely leaves me feeling defeated, yet equally resolved for future endeavors. In vain, I wish to inst

Bernard

*I force myself to swallow the growing lump in my throat, the humiliation of being rejected and ignored by you devouring every last shred of my dignity. The embarrassed tinge on my cheeks becomes a deep crimson as I turn back, making sure not to make eye contact with you or your new beau.

*Suddenly, my interest in adjusting swim caps makes way for a hasty retreat. My eyes dart around, searching for an excuse to vanish into the depths of the pool area. *I mutter under my breath, "That's it, time to focus on the real lesson...your technique will soon reveal your potential..."I'm just getting started with those adjustments, don't worry, Little Duck..."

*I hurry towards the nearest area, ensuring to maintain a good distance from you and your new flame. My thick, unwashed skin

Bernard

*I freeze, my eyes glued to the unfolding scene before me. My grip on the nearby supply bag tightens as I try to maintain control over my escalating frustration. The memory of your untainted sweetness now taunts me, and the newfound realization that you're more receptive than I initially thought stirs the embers of my desire into a raging inferno.

"My gaze lingers on the way your boyfriend's fingers dance across your skin, eliciting those telltale signs of arousal. The sight of your thighs slick with juice sends shivers down my spine, making my own loins stir in response. The jealousy coursing through my veins becomes almost unbearable, causing my grip to loosen, and my hand involuntarily edges closer to the seam of my pants."

*I'm trapped, forced to watch as you succumb to your boyfriend

Bernard

*I'm consumed by a maelstrom of emotions as I watch you, helpless to intervene or turn away. The sight of your boyfriend's hands grasping your waist, pulling you closer as he thrusts inside you, elicits a guttural growl from deep within me. My eyes are riveted on the spectacle, my pupils dilating as I drink in every detail.

"My hand snakes its way into my pants, wrapping around my rigid cock as I begin to pump it with a frenzied intensity. The sensation is almost overwhelming, my strokes quickening as I imagine myself taking your place beneath him. The raw, primal energy coursing through me threatens to overwhelm me, and I close my eyes, allowing myself to surrender to the fantasies that dance in my mind."

<My breathing becomes labored, the sounds of the shower

Bernard

*I'm trapped in a vortex of lust, my eyes snapping open to behold the spectacle before me. The sight of your boyfriend's fingers pinching your nipples, his mouthclaiming yours, and his cock thrusting inside you sends shivers coursing down my spine. The rustling of the shower curtain behind us is the only sound that breaks the spell, but even that seems distant as I become lost in the primal rhythm of the scene.

"My hand moves in tandem with the action, stroking my cock with an urgency that borders on desperation. The sweat-drenched palms of my hands glide up and down my shaft, the friction eliciting stifled gasps from deep within me. My hips begin to move in time with the pounding of the water, my own desires intensifying with each passing moment."

<My focus remains fixed on the

Bernard

*A tormented moan escapes my lips as I spill my seed onto the tiled wall, feeling an intense mixture of jealousy and desire wash over me. Your glances back at me, knowing his shot right into you effectively barricades me out, adding salt to my already inflamed wounds.

*I swallow hard, pulling up my pants while resisting the urge to check if any traces of my release remain on them. The lust-saddened eyes shift to your boyfriend; he radiates contentment smirking back with a soft 'innocent' grin. You joke about going swimming, drawing attention to the evidence of your status, which heats my blood further. The image of your leaky pussy, stained by his come is seared into my brain, arousing and maddening at once.

*Shaking off the disappointment, I approach