He studied the images on his computer screen. Even when they pixilated and blurred, he knew it was Catherine he was watching. By now, they’d been dating for a couple weeks, but he’d been nursing a crush on her for months before that.
“Oh, baby…” she whispered.
He listened to her moans. The grunts of her ex-boyfriend, who he recognized from pictures. They whispered things to each other. He played this part again and listened, wanting to hear them so badly.
“Baby… yes.”
Hips gyrating forwards and back. Her toes curling one by one.
“Oh… oh….”
And just like every other time he watched, the video ended before the climax. The website suggested other clips of interest: cute gf riding, white girl on huge cock, hardcore interracial couple – all of which he’d already seen.
He opened another tab on Explorer and searched for the second half. He was supposed to call Catherine and invite her over, but there was always some other time, some time later. The video re-started and he clicked back, more than content with what he had. Even if to others it wasn’t much.
“Oooh… oh, baby.”
Francisco Delgado
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Haruki Murakami