"Oh my God, I really can't believe it! It's you!" Joanna exclaimed with bubbling enthusiasm as she stepped into the elevator. Liv couldn't help but notice the curious blend of amusement and astonishment on her face, and she knew Joanna's cheerful and friendly character was still very much intact.
Little did Joanna know that her friend Liv was hiding a scandalous secret, one that involved Arthur, her fiancé, engaging in rough, passionate encounters. Something that could potentially shatter her cheerful demeanor. And she couldn't help but wonder why he was so occupied plunging deep into her pu$$y when he had Joanna as his fiancée.
Summoning her acting skills, Liv mustered a bright smile, coupled with a carefully crafted expression of astonishment. "I honestly cannot believe this, Joanna. I feel like my eyes are actually seeing wrong. Are you actually here, or is my mind playing tricks on me?"
Joanna chuckled, shaking her head. "I really missed you, Liv. I'm sorry I was gone, but I had a place to be."
With feigned curiosity, Liv inquired, "Then why are you here? Do you work here? I thought your family is —"
Joanna beamed with joy, interrupting Liv's question. "That's a good question. I don't work here, but the CEO of this company is my fiancé. I'm in a relationship with Arthur Regal, and in three months, we will be getting married," she declared blissfully.
Liv concealed her turmoil behind a façade of surprise, her lips forming a perfectly shaped 'O.' Witnessing Joanna's happiness was like a dagger thrust into her heart, knowing that she was betraying her friend.
Guilt weighed heavily on her conscience, and she fervently prayed that Joanna would remain blissfully unaware of her clandestine activities.
"Congratulations, Joanna, I'm genuinely thrilled for you! I can hardly believe you're going to be my boss' wife! It's such a small world, isn't it? I'm so happy for you, Joanna!" Liv exclaimed with an animated tone and a beaming smile.
Joanna inquired, "Oh, you work here?"
Liv nodded and replied, "Yes, I joined about a year ago in the PR department."
Joanna's face lit up with joy, and she remarked, "So that means you know him."
"Indeed, I do. He's the new owner, so everyone knows of him, although not everyone has had the chance to meet him. People like me, you know, the 'unimportant' ones," Liv responded with a lighthearted grin.
Joanna reciprocated the smile, but a sudden heaviness weighed on her as they conversed. She couldn't help but wonder about Liv's life and how she had been managing.
"How have you been? And how's your brother?" Joanna inquired.
"He's in college now; we keep in touch a lot through your phone, and he's doing well," Liv replied.
Joanna, with a compassionate expression, remarked, "I'm certain it wasn't easy to handle everything on your own. I'm delighted to see that you're doing well and appear happy. Don't worry, as your friend, I'll certainly find a way to support you here. You deserve it."
Liv felt a lump in her throat at Joanna's kindness. It was making her feel even more guilty.
Her mind began to race, pondering the inevitable moment when Joanna would discover that she was deeply involved in a passionate affair with her soon-to-be husband. She couldn't help but imagine the shock on Joanna's face when she found out that she was being relentlessly fucked by a man she seemed to be in love with.
While Joanna could potentially uplift her as a friend, Liv couldn't help but wonder what Joanna might do if she ever turned into a formidable adversary.
The thought sent shivers down her spine, leaving her feeling apprehensive.
She sighed and replied, "Thank you. You're still the same, Joanna, a kind-hearted person always willing to help a friend."
Joanna simply nodded, her understanding eyes watching Liv as the elevator door opened. "I'm sure you have plenty to tell me, but I can see you're busy right now. We can catch up later."
Liv smiled, her heart heavy with the secrets she was hiding, and stepped out of the elevator. She turned back to face Joanna and said, "We'll definitely see each other again."
That evening, upon her return, Liv was surrounded by a looming sense of desolation, as if the world's weight had once again descended upon her, an all-too-familiar burden. She yearned for the privilege of being born into wealth.
Her life seemed to be spiraling out of control, and she could sense it.
After freshening up, having dinner, and preparing for bed, she found herself unable to sleep. Even though she had recently been vigorously fucked, the urge for penetration lingered, a desperate distraction from her troubles. She made her way to the closet where her collection of erotic toys resided.
Among the selection, she opted for a ten-inch dildo that bore a striking resemblance to Arthur's impressively large and hard member. Clutching it in her hand, she yearned to masturbate and find solace in pleasuring herself.
Deciding to forgo lubrication, she knew she could naturally awaken her arousal through the skilled touch of her own fingers before allowing the lifelike toy to penetrate her depths.
With a swift removal of her shorts and panties, she gracefully ascended her bed. Placing pillows behind her, she readied herself, positioning the dildo alongside her, anticipating the forthcoming pleasures.
And with her right hand, she began to slowly rub her pussy, eliciting a sigh of pleasure as she was completely taken to a world of desire. She continued this for a while, thoroughly enjoying the sensations and feeling herself becoming increasingly wet. Parting her labia, she found her clitoris and began to trace small, electrifying circles around it.
Her lips parted, and the air was filled with silent ecstasy, as her body surrendered to the seductive rhythms of her own touch.
A symphony of sensual moans resonated through the room. "Hmm, oh yeah," she purred, each sound a testament to the incredible sensations she was cultivating.
The world around her faded into obscurity as her body became the sole focal point, a canvas of desire waiting to be painted.
Feeling the intense pleasure, she kept going, using her other hand to explore her beautiful big, natural breasts. She squeezed and caressed them with a delicate urgency, as she became lost in her self-indulgence.
Her pace quickened as her arousal reached its zenith. Her fingers moved in a furious rhythm, each touch an invocation of desire.
A moan, rich and fervent, emanated from her lips. "Oh, yes. So fucking good," she exhaled, her voice a melodious chorus of rapture and satisfaction.
With care, she gently slid her middle finger into her wet, aching pu**y. The sensation was electric, and she couldn't help but moan, surrendering to the exquisite pleasure that washed over her. Her free hand pressed onto the bed, grasping the sheets tightly.
"Oh, yeah. Oooh," she purred, relishing the sensation she was inflicting upon herself.
Her teeth sank into her lower lip, a subtle act of restraint as she maintained her pace, steadily building intensity.
The pleasure was overwhelming, and she whimpered with each calculated movement, incapable of halting the delightful journey she'd embarked on.
"Oh fuck, yes!" The words tumbled from her lips, a declaration of her surrender to the intoxicating ecstasy that enveloped her.
As time passed, her motions increased, the rhythm of her pleasure escalating until it became almost unbearable.
Then she gradually eased her fervent movements, savoring the glorious aftermath of her gratifying exploration. Her body was alive, radiant with the echoes of her fervent touch.