Clyde's POV
It was an awkward dinner. David and Mira were so busy redecorating that they barely noticed Eliza and me. It's a blessing. Both of them avoided my gaze. We ate lasagna hours after I slept with their daughter.
Eliza didn't show any discomfort. She hid it well. She smiled mischievously whenever I looked at her, promising more later. She'd rub my leg with her foot. Or when she accidentally touched me while passing the plates. She played with me while her parents ate with us. So it's good they focused on interior design.
Despite my guilt over deceiving my friends, I saw their daughter differently. When she smiled, I pictured her lips on my cock. I remembered how her hands scratched my back as she approached.
I remember her soft hands stroking my cock. As she got up to get a drink, I stared at her ass, remembering how she felt beneath me. As I pounded her cock, I remembered her legs around my waist.
