Yusuf stood in the doorway, arms folded. 'Ella, this isn't working. You're too much—always chasing the next thrill.'
Ella, short and curly-haired in her tight jeans, arched a brow. 'And you're too little, Yusuf. In every sense. We're done.' She slammed the door, already scrolling for the house party invite.
At the party, Joey towered over the crowd—tall, skinny, active, that knowing smirk. 'Ditched the average one already? Bold move, posh girl.'
Ella sipped her drink, witty as ever. 'Bold? Darling, I trade up. Your flat close? My skirt's begging for air.'
They slipped out. In his flat, Joey's hands rolled her tiny black skirt up, pushing her against the wall. He bit her neck, fingers sliding into her wet pussy. She balanced on tip-toes, large hoop earrings swinging, panting, 'God, I love a tall man who knows how to handle this ass.'
His massive cock entered her, stretching her dripping pussy hard. 'Fuck, Joey—yes!' They moved to doggy, him gripping her, eyes on her little arsehole. 'Look at you, so tight and horny for it.' She came hard, sweating, cum dripping down her thighs as he left a hickey, both panting from the rough passion.
Friends outside had watched her skirt ride up, half-jealous, mocking Yusuf. But Ella owned every thrust.
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