My girlfriend's downfall
Chapter 56[r18]

Chapter 56: Chapter 56[r18]

"Alright, babe. I’m all yours. I’m gonna fill you up and make you mine. I’m gonna fuck you senseless."

Logan’s voice dropped low, his breath heavy, as he started pounding into Lily’s slick, wet pussy. Her soft lips clung to his cock, pulling him in and out with every thrust.

"Logan, baby..... just like that... come on, cum inside me," Lily’s moans grew louder and more desperate. Her pale legs spread wide, taking Logan’s cock as he drove into her wet pussy. I could see her pink center, stretched around his cock, twitching rhythmically. She was on the edge of an orgasm.

watching Logan and my girlfriend Lily go at it in the screening room. Seeing her about to cum from Logan’s thrusts, I felt a pang in my chest I didn’t know what caused it.

But there was also a hint of bitterness. Why did Lily keep betraying me? I forgave her time and again, yet she kept surrendering to another man’s cock.

What shocked me the most was the excitement I felt. I couldn’t believe I was watching my roommate, Logan, the guy I saw every day, fucking my girlfriend Lily hard. Seeing her soft, white body in those lewd positions, welcoming his thrusts, using the body that was supposed to be mine to satisfy him. It was a mix of emotions that I couldn’t resist. I breathed heavily, my eyes glued to the scene through the door, watching Logan’s cock slam into Lily’s reddened entrance, fluids spilling out. My hand worked my cock inside my jeans, trying to release my frustration and desire.

Suddenly, a large hand clamped down on my shoulder! A deep, steady voice with a classic American accent came from the darkness behind me. "What are you doing here?"

Oh shit! Someone found me!

The dim corridor was cluttered with random stuff, lit only by a distant yellowish ceiling light and the faint glow of the EXIT sign. Through the small window on the door, Lily’s alluring form moved with a sensual grace, contorting into provocative, acrobatic positions. Under the intense, secret gaze of a few hidden onlookers, she absorbed Logan’s forceful thrusts.

Lily’s seductive moans, mixed with the rumbling echoes of the movie, kept coming from inside the door. My hand was still in my pants, gripping my hard cock.

But with the sudden question from the stranger behind me and the large hand on my shoulder, I taught my heart would start pounding uncontrollably! The surrounding sounds would fade away, but nothing like that happened, I only felt emptiness. A voice with an American accent cut through the air. "Hey, man, I’ve never seen you around here! What are you up to?" The stranger’s big hand on my shoulder tightened like a vice, making me wince a bit. I turned to face him in the dim light. A middle-aged American man stood before me; his sharp features softened by a bloated, flabby appearance. Graying black curls thinned on his head, and his beard was a tangled mess. His nose wrinkled and swollen, suggested rosacea. As he dressed in a blue theater uniform, his big belly protruded, and he clutched a mop in one hand. Thick forearms, covered in grayish hair, were revealed by his rolled-up sleeves. He looked like the janitor here.

Realizing this unexpected guest wasn’t a cop brought a wave of relief, and my mind began to clear up. But he towered over me by at least half a head, standing around six feet, with shoulders twice as wide as mine, and probably twice my weight, looking like a retired football player. Plus, he was eyeing me with a mix of suspicion and hostility, making it impossible for me to relax.

"I was just passing by." I quickly pulled my hand away from my waist, and my once-erect cock immediately went limp. I scrambled to think of a way out while stalling.

The janitor stared at me for a couple of seconds and then said. "People don’t usually come here. Explain yourself."

" I’m lost. I’m looking for the exit!" This situation was really bad for me, and it was hard to come up with a good excuse. I made something up, trying to look casual,

what it there anything wrong with that, I told him.

The janitor’s gaze shifted to the emergency door beside me and the window on the door. From his angle, he’d definitely notice the entwined bodies inside, and with the movie’s music and Lily’s occasional moans, it would be obvious what was going on.

Sure enough, the middle-aged guy’s face changed, and with a weird expression, he stared at me, speaking in a low voice that was hard to tell if it was a threat or a joke. "Looks like I know what’s going on. Should we find a ’legal’ way to solve this?"

What did he mean by ’legal’ way? Was this guy gonna call the cops?

I was starting to get angry, and I felt like pouring my frustrations on this guy but before i could make a move I heard him talk,

"Hey, buddy, why so serious?"

"What?" I blurted out, freezing in my tracks. What did he mean "so serious?"

I was completely confused. What did he mean? Was he suggesting we shouldn’t take this too seriously and handle it with money instead of calling the cops? I had heard that Americans could be very greedy. Was that what he meant?

"I said, buddy, why so serious?" The middle-aged guy repeated, inching closer. His wrinkled, bearded face now wore a mocking expression.

"What do you mean by that?" I took a step back slowly, asking in confusion. does he want to exhort me, never I won’t give in to that crap just as I was about to move, he said

"Buddy, you are really boring. I was just joking." The middle-aged guy suddenly let go of my shoulder and leaned the mop casually to the side; and his round, fat face was full of smiles, revealing a mouthful of seemingly decayed yellow teeth. Then he leaned close to me and put his arm around my shoulder.

What was he doing? Could he be gay? I asked myself

"My name is Steven White, buddy. What’s yours?" The middle-aged guy named Steven lowered his body, exhaling a foul smell of smoke, and asked softly.

"I, I’m Ethan," I replied casually.

Although I still didn’t quite understand Steven’s intentions, I felt a bit calmer and decided to figure out the situation first.

Probably seeing that I was still a bit cautious, Steven leaned closer, smiling, and pulled me towards the emergency door window. With a look full of anticipation and lust, he said, "God! This view is amazing. Actually, there’s nothing wrong with peeping. It’s my daily entertainment at work. By the way, do you know that mixed-race chick inside?"

Bastard! I thought, as his words sank in. Suddenly, it all clicked. Could this janitor be the real peeping tom? The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, leaving me both relieved and angry. If that was the case, then his earlier words were probably both a joke and a test. Damn it!

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