Angry Pants and the Sex Addict

Turning the corner I see Matt's hand buried between some sluts legs as he fucks her. I'm definitely going to wash the counter before I make food later.

"Fuck my pussy. Yes! Yes! Oh God I'm cum..." Her voice cracks as she reaches her orgasm.

Matt pulls out. He grabs her hair flipping her onto her stomach. Snoring fills the air.

"What the fuck?" Matt questions.

My hand shoots to my mouth. I'm not quick enough to cover my laugh. His hand taps her cheek. Nothing happens. Tears are welling up in my eyes from holding in my laughter.

Matt grabs her up in his arms. He turns so she's over the floor. His cock seems like it gives a solid fuck you down to her as she meets the floor. The woman drops face first to the floor but still remains asleep.

I dash away knowing I can't hold it in any longer. My feet get to the top of the stairs before I lose it. Tears roll down my cheeks as laughter bursts from my lungs.

My bedroom greets me. I'd never be able to tell Matt I knew what happened. It didn't that I couldn't silently laugh at his situation.

Climbing into the bed I pull the covers over me. I don't miss that I'm hard. That chick was hot. I tell myself.

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