Heath shuffles on his bed as it squeaks with every turn he made before he decided to take a walk. He takes his coat and covered his neck with a nude colored scarf before heading out to the cold city of Evolon. Fucking cold, he cursed under his breath while he left the burger place he currently resides to. Long platinum blonde hair was tied in a messy bun that still looked good despite how frizzy it was in the pathetic weather he was experiencing. What did you expect? You come out and the world was suddenly kind to you? It never is you stupid fuck. Heath continued his way down the streets and let his two feet take him anywhere as he had no particular direction at the moment, much like his life, but no one really cared. He stopped at the park and wanted to go apeshit since it was the place he last saw Dom. Why? WHY HERE? WHY HERE YOU STUPID SHIT??? He takes out a cig from his coat pocket and smoked when the corner of his eye spots a familiar set of strawberry blonde hair.

"Heath?" Said the soft and vulnerable yet strong voice that felt like it was gonna haunt him forever. "It's been awhile."

RUN. RUN THE HELL AWAY! DO IT! GO!

He didn't reply, but he didn't run either. Instead, he looked to the side like he didn't hear her speak.

"I guess I deserved that." She sounded different, emotional and hopeless. Heath knew this voice, this subtle way of hers that made him think she wanted to be saved each time she spoke in that god awful tone, that made even the hardhearted fuckers in Evolon want to protect her. 

He doesn't want to look; if he looked now then he was gonna fall for her again. It was inevitable AND pathetic. Just go away Dom, pretend you didn't see me. Don't make me look. Not again.

"Sorry that you had to be friends with a mess like me. I really wish you meet someone who'll love you so much that you'd forget about me already."

You don't get to say that, he finished his stick and tried to get another, but he left the whole pack back in his room; the stick he had hidden in his coat pocket must have been an emergency--- a pretty stupid reason to not put more than one stick too.

Just as he thought things won't get worse, it did.

Dom had approached him with her own pack and offered a stick to her childhood friend. Her scent made Heath lower his head even more when he can see the red top she was wearing, with that pale looking coat jacket, and a white wool scarf around her neck that is tied in a cute bow. He noticed how her jugs were perky and huge as well, wondering how many men had put their dicks in-between them, or even devoured her chest; whatever it was her sugar daddies felt like doing with those breasts, it shouldn't be his concern. While he was distracted with her boobs, a soft hand touched his chin that made him look up, meeting with those sultry eyes that pierced through his soul.

"Stop looking at my boobs," she smirked. "Not that I mind, but at least have the courtesy to look at my face first."

And there it was.

He felt like his arctic cold heart melted away in mere seconds.

Fuck.

"If I fuck you, will you forgive me?" She was teasing.

"Deal," Heath said, wanting to be a jerk now so that Dom would just go away. "If you let me fuck you, then I'll forget I hate you." There we go. No girl would want to be told by any guy those words. He was a little proud of what he just said; an achievement he unlocked all by himself.

She was quiet, probably surprised her seemingly sinless and innocent childhood friend could such words.

But Heath forgot who he was talking to.

This was Dominique LaMotte.

"Alright then."

With that, she pulled him and took him to a place where they could fuck.

They end up in a motel nearby where Dom paid the girl on the front desk with a wink like they knew each other for reasons. Heath's grey eyes reads the number 104 which would probably stick in his mind now that THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING. He wondered if he was still breathing when Dom opens the door and pulled him inside removing her coat and scarf, removing her half pony that let her curls down, and before he knew it, she was already down to her silky laced lingerie.

"Well? Are you gonna fuck me nude or not? If not, then I guess that's fine." She finally catches his attention as he tries to remove his clothes as well. THIS IS NOT A DREAM, RIGHT? He asked this question at least five times until Dom approached him, helping the poor guy out. "Unless you weren't serious?" She peers up teasingly, looking into his souls; grey eyes that always reminded her of what a cloudy afternoon was back at her hometown. "Should we stop?" Her hand stopped undoing his belt buckle, waiting for Heath's respond like a boyfriend asking for his girlfriend's consent.

He wasn't sure what to reply; he wasn't sure this was real yet.

One thing he does know, is that this opportunity may never come again. With that in his mind, he gently moved his fingers to touch her milky white skin, grazing it, tracing it, until he reaches her erect nipple that made her breathing hitch from that touch alone. Heath swore he got hard just by hearing that come out from her lips. He eventually pushed her on the bed that made the bed creak. His eyes watched her eyes look at him with desire, wondering if she always looked like this during sex, regardless of who she was doing. Brown eyes followed his movements as he remove his top, revealing his athletic body; he can tell that she wanted this as much as he does, with how her eyes clouded with with lust, watching him, waiting for his next move.

THIS IS DEFINITELY HAPPENING.

He joins her in bed, crawling towards her as she leans back to the fluffy pillows, fingers moving along her own skin as if she was showcasing just how seductive she looked, and she really is; it was a feast for every hungry men both wholesome or not, trying to be a saint or letting the devil take over; basically all men.

"Heath..." She calls his name with the sweetest voice, you can be sure it was coated with fucking honey.

"Ah...! W-wait...umm..." She was suddenly shy, catching Heath off guard just as he did when his hand massaged her left breast. Dom covered her mouth, turning away as she wasn't sure how to feel.

When she agreed to this, she was hoping Heath would chicken out and run.

But Heath was not running, he was actually making her feel good as he continues to pleasure her body with his skillful hands, gently figuring her sweet spots while his mouth started licking against her bra, the friction of the fabric and the wetness making her breathing erratic. She tries to push him, but utterly fails when he starts to suckle on her right nipple while pinching her left. Heath doesn't stop there as he was having fun trying to figure out what else made his childhood friend tick, which buttons pushes her more, and what are those sweet SWEET areas that rewards his eardrum with a lustful moan. His free hand gently traced Dom's skin from her stomach, upper thigh, and down to her wet pussy.

"Heath! Ahh!" She jolts at the touch, feeling him rub his clit that she wasn't sure what to do anymore. Dom bites her lower lip when Heath inserts a finger, rubbing her inner walls, taking his time to pleasure Evolon's favorite sugar baby. Heath didn't like her suppressing the sound he wanted to hear the most so he spread her cunt and got her to moan loudly. "Haa! Ahh! Hea--mmmgh!" She was losing it way too early that she felt a tad embarrassed to be in such a state when it's only foreplay--- Heath is this good, she was surprised at how skilled he is.

It wasn't fair that she was silent the whole time and that she was the only one who looked like she was having a good time.

BUT GOD DAMMIT HEATH! She couldn't break free from the amount of pleasure she was receiving all over her body, down to her fucking toes. She was defenseless and was hotter than an oven, not to mention she was dripping wet.

"Just fuck me...haa...already..." she begged with hooded eyes looking at the man who drove her to such a state.

She suddenly found the strength to push him back, her dripping wet pussy on top of Heath's bulge. He watches her unzip his pants to reveal his standing erection that had been so hard just by watching and hearing Dom earlier. This gave the strawberry blonde her pride back that she starts to insert herself.

"W-wait! ---shit...nng...condom..!" Heath retaliates weakly since Dom was fucking hot from the view he was getting.

"No, you'll fuck me raw--mmmgh!"

Fuck, he was big. Dom wondered why she never knew Heath's size until now. Heath was thick too that she could feel every inch of him while inserting that throbbing cock inside her vagina. Lucky for her, Heath really prepared her that such a dick wouldn't hurt as it should. Heath started to grope her boobs, hoping it could help her loosen up and make more way for his manhood. She didn't look like she was in any pain, but she did look like she was taking a long time.

Ah fuck, her pussy is getting tight!

Heath groans and decided to just thrust upward to get it over with, breaking through those tight swollen walls of Dom that made her scream in pleasure. This only made Heath start to move more while she rides his cock with her wetness.

"Heath! Heath! Ahh!" Dom no longer stops herself from spilling out the sound which made Heath fuck her more.

"Nngh--shit...haa... hot..."

"Heath...mmm...ah! Ah!"

He grabbed her large ass and starts to pound her with abandon, making Dom tremble with pleasure that her body is now pressed against him, drool spilling out as she breathed hot breaths against Heath's face. Fuck she looked so good right now. He captured her lips and they went in for a torrid wet kiss while he fucks her with abandon.

"AHH! AH!! THERE!" She suddenly enters a state of mind when Heath hits a certain spot which made her pussy tighter, wetter and hotter. Her blonde hair is sticking against her sweaty skin as she sweats more with the heat she is experiencing.

Close, she is so fucking close.

With one more thrust she came that her erotic voice echoed around the room, misty eyed from the height she was in, slowly coming down to earth when she was suddenly pushed down.

"I'm not done yet..." Heath growled against her ear that made her skin tingle from the whispering sensation that barely touched her skin. His lips pushed aside strands of strawberry blonde hair before a hot wet tongue starts licking the sides of her perfectly shaped face, the tip tracing her jawline, down to her collarbone, and then he starts leaving angry marks on patches of skin, marking her, as if saying to the next guy who fucks her that someone did her before he did; it wasn't a secret that Dom sleep around.

Even so... he wanted to leave his mark.

The thought made him move his hips faster and stronger that he was pounding against her sensitive pussy that just came awhile ago. He fucks like a machine gun with how fast he was going, drowning in the sensation of her hot walls that his hips just keeps on going; it was addicting, fucking Dom that is. Heath feels himself grow bigger and bigger that he placed both his hand on each side of Dom's hips so that he can penetrate her further.

More. More. More More. MORE. More.

He wants more of her.

Is this how all those rich old men feel?

He'd like to think that he's the only one who makes her feel like this, but he wasn't stupid. Heath knew he wasn't special, but he will think that he is during this time he has with Dom. He would like to think that his dick is exclusive to those sweet moans she spills, that his touch is the only touch that made her skin tingle like so, and that he is the only guy who make her sweat, hot and bothered like she currently is. His grey eyes watches how fucking beautiful she is underneath him, engraving it in his memory so that he can always remember that he made her look like this.

Then he can finally move on, go back to his university, finish, find a good paying job, find a woman, get married, have a family, move back to his hometown, and forget he ever loved Dominique LaMotte.

He kisses her breast, bite her shoulder, lick her neck up to the side of her face. Then she kisses her deep; a long deep french kiss that while he fucks her more and more.

Finally, he thrusts her ballsdeep, shooting his cum inside of her.