I can hear the neighbours laughing and talking, there is the slight sound of music, the scrape of a chair across the floor, the bang of a door, all unmistakable sounds of a party filtering through the walls.
My fingers curl into the rug beneath my hands. On the TV the countdown has begun, the camera has cut to Big Ben, the neighbours are counting along.
I arch my back and close my eyes, shutting out the noise and the pictures. My mind now focusing on my body.
He comes with a grunt deep inside me. My cunt throbs around him.
He flops down onto the rug next to me.
“Happy New Year” I giggle as I lean over and kiss him.
“Happy New Year Slutmine” he replies as he pushes me down beside him and his hand disappears into the heat between my thighs.
Start as you mean to go on is always my motto….
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