The night before the wedding, I reconnected with my childhood friend Moka after years of no contact. Moka was even more beautiful than in my memories, and I found myself remembering how much I used to like her, making my heart race. 'Can't we just stay together a little longer...? Is that okay?' Taken to Moka's house, despite knowing it was wrong, I pressed my lips against hers and entwined our tongues, feeling the excitement and pleasure overwhelm any sense of guilt. I thrust my penis into Moka as if trying to reclaim lost time, releasing all my semen, but neither of us were satisfied yet. It's not cheating tonight... I succumbed to the devil's whisper and drowned in it.
