The OF Girl
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 611
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 611 - When you discover a fellow intern at the law office is filming amateur content, you make the rash decision to approach her about it. You couldn't have dreamed what would come from that one conversation.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Workplace MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Small Breasts 2nd POV
It felt weirdly good, making your final ride over to Mosche’s place. And it was definitely his place now, not your temporary home. The transition felt entirely fucking natural and you weren’t disturbed by it at all. Sabrina’s place had sort of felt like home for a while now, especially with how it had been the primary place you were able to meet with the rest of the girls for fun too.
Hopping off the bus, you decided to take your time and walked the block slowly, taking it in for the last time - if you ever had to come back to this part of the city again it would be too soon. Living with Mosche was a part of this fantastic part of your life that had brought you Sabrina and Gemma, and Tash, but otherwise, you were ready to forget the details and leave them in a nostalgic haze. Maybe after a couple of years of law school, you’d be more wistful about it and wonder how he was doing.
You reached the building and headed in and up, tapping a rhythm on the metal handhold of the elevator and then humming to yourself as you walked down the hall. Your knock on the apartment door was a firm shave-and-a-hair-cut rhythm because you didn’t need to walk in on Mosche and Iris again. And for some reason, you didn’t think they would have learned even after the last time.
Still, you waited a good twenty seconds before putting the key in the lock and opening the door, then peeked your head in and looked around.
Silence.
Lights off.
With a sigh of relief, you entered the apartment and locked the door behind you, heading for your room. You had a duffel and backpack left, not a lot but too much for your last trip, so it didn’t take long to grab them and bring them out into the living room to get yourself sorted. A little reorganizing of the duffel to balance the weight a bit better, and then you checked the kitchen to make sure you weren’t forgetting anything-
The door to the apartment opened in a rush and Iris came scampering in, followed by Mosche, both of them giggling. Iris was pulling off her shirt and Mosche was unbuckling his pants as he slammed the door shut and tried to kick off his shoes at the same time.
“Ahem,” you coughed.
Iris got to the living room couch, tossing her shirt to the side, and started working on her bra. Mosche’s pants were down around his thighs as he waddled towards her. Neither of them glanced at the kitchen or your noise.
They also didn’t seem to notice your bags.
“AHEM,” you cleared your throat again.
Iris yelped and clutched her bra to her chest. Mosche jumped slightly, stumbled on his pants and fell forward, barely managing to twist onto his side. This probably saved him from smashing his face, but unfortunately flashed you his dong.
“John!” Iris half-screamed, partially in panic and partially in relief. You assumed at seeing it was you and not some intruder or something.