I’ve been working in Las Vegas for the past four years, and the long-distance relationship my boyfriend and I had was not really working. I met a Filipino in my work place, and we instantly connected of course. We would often hang out in restaurants or in malls.
This one time that he walked me to my place, he asked if he could use the toilet. I sensed it was a move for him to get in, but of course I let him anyway. When he went out of the bathroom, I offered him a drink and asked if he wanted to stay a while. We ended up watching a movie, and I noticed him slowly moving closer beside me. I faced him and joked, “Gusto mo bang umakbay? Okay lang naman sa akin.” He laughed it off but leaned on me anyway. Things were moving at a slow pace, but we still ended up kissing and touching each other.
It was cute in a teleserye way until he started undressing me. I thought we were in a chick flick, but things escalated pretty quickly into cine-erotica. The next thing I knew we were humping on my sofa, me on top while he massaged my breasts. It had been a few years since I last fucked my boyfriend, so my pussy was tight. Good thing he knew how to get me wet. I never knew we would end up as fuck buddies, but it made work abroad a lot more fun. We went on with the deed for three hours, and I even gave him a hand job before he went home.
j3na, via FHM Bullboard
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