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Debbie and Lee's paths hadn’t crossed again for the next couple of weeks, and no phone calls were exchanged. Debbie convinced herself that Lee had grown tired of her eager, slutty little body, while Lee barely gave it a second thought, he was the kind of man who took what he wanted when the mood struck, no strings, no apologies.

A few weeks later, on the Thursday club night, Lee strolled in and spotted Debbie immediately. She was glued to the side of her regular fuck-buddy Derrick, laughing a little too loudly, but her eyes lit up the second they landed on Lee. The conversation buzzed around the next night’s barbecue at one of the office girls’ parents’ empty house in Loughton. Everyone was going. While Derrick disappeared to the toilets, Debbie seized her chance.

“You coming tomorrow?” she asked, voice low and husky.

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” Lee replied with a cocky grin.

“Good. So am I.” She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. “Shall I get rid of the kids for the night? You can come stay at mine afterwards… save you driving home drunk and horny.”

Lee’s cock twitched in his jeans. “If you’re sure you don’t mind, that’d be fucking great.”

The following evening, Lee arrived late at the Loughton house. The barbecue was in full swing, music thumping, bodies grinding, the air thick with smoke and booze. Debbie spotted him instantly and flashed a wicked smile. She sauntered over in that light lime-green summer dress that hugged every curve, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the sway of her full tits or the outline of her arse. She fetched him a cold beer from the kitchen, pressing it into his hand while deliberately brushing her breasts against his arm.

“Thanks Debs,” he muttered, then turned straight back to chatting to one of the other girls from the club, laughing loudly and ignoring Debbie like she was yesterday’s cum rag.

By ten o’clock, Debbie had had enough. Lee watched her saying her goodbyes, her cheeks flushed with irritation. He followed her into the hallway and caught her just as she reached for the door.

“You’re not leaving already?” he asked, blocking her path.

“There’s no point staying here, is there?” she snapped. “You’ve barely looked at me since you arrived. Too busy chasing that other slag’s arse.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, Debs,” he chuckled, stepping closer. “I was only being friendly.” His hand boldly slid down to cup one of her arse cheeks through the dress. “Don’t go yet. It’s still early.”

“I’m going home,” she said firmly, though her nipples were already stiff against the fabric. “There’s a nice big bed waiting… if you still want it.”

Debbie’s dress was buttoned all the way down the front, the hem skimming just below her knees. Lee suddenly pinned her against the hallway wall, his mouth crashing down on hers in a deep, filthy kiss. His hands roamed greedily, squeezing the plump cheeks of her arse, kneading them like dough. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers dug in, pulling her hips against the growing bulge in his trousers. He moved to her tits, palming them roughly, then started popping the buttons of her dress open one by one, exposing her lacy bra and the soft swell of her cleavage.

“Not here,” she gasped, pulling back. “Someone will see us, you dirty bastard.”

Lee didn’t care. His hands dropped to the hem of her skirt. One slid up the front, the other the back, yanking the fabric up around her waist. “Let them watch,” he growled. “I couldn’t give a fuck.” His fingers rubbed hard against her pussy through her damp panties, pressing the soaked material between her swollen lips. Debbie whimpered, hips bucking involuntarily.

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