Thinking about the past torture only made him feel more worried for Allison. However, she was brave enough to want to face Derek alone, so he ced his trust in her, hoping she woulde out unscathed.
Inside Derek’s home, Allison pushed open the doors which weren’t locked, and stepped inside. The quiet living room weed her. The interiors of the house looked familiar since that wasn’t the first time she’d been at Derek’s house.
Tearing her gaze away from the living room, she walked towards the stairs and climbed it, heading towards her main destination.
However, whenever Allison took a step forward, her legs would tremble like she was heading towards a battlefield to fight a war. Her body started trembling all of a sudden, her knees weak, but she ignored all those feelings as she continued to make her way to his room.
Suddenly, Allison halted—the familiar moan of a woman hitting her eardrums.
"It’sing from Derek’s room," she mumbled to herself, her heart racing with adrenaline as she rushed towards the specific room, keeping her steps as light as possible—making her presence unknown.
The door to the room was slightly creaked open.
With curiosity at her fingertips, Allison slightly pulled the door open and her eyes widened in utter disbelief when she saw the scene before her.
It was Derek, banging an unfamiliar woman.
Due to the angle the bed was ced, Allison couldn’t recognize the woman, in addition to Derek’s body whichpletely shielded her.
Allison’s hand was over her mouth as she gasped dramatically, her eyes still on them as the couple inside rejoined their body parts with a different style, finally allowing Allison to see the face of the woman.
Allison’s expression darkened, her fist clenching when she saw Olivia on the bed, enjoying Derek’s pea-sized cock drive in and out of her like a screwdriver.
’After releasing the sex tape, they had the nerves to do this? Just when he invited me to his house to talk!’ She thought to herself.
Then an idea popped into her head.
Sex tape.
Olivia and Derek.
Without thinking, Allison pulled out her phone, silencing it immediately in case a notification rang out when she was about to do what she wanted.
Allison captured the couple in their activity, getting every angle right just like Derek did with hers. Exactly the way Derek did with hers, the only difference was Olivia was the one who recorded Allison’s—and Allison was the one to record Olivia’s.
Once she was satisfied with what she’d captured, Allison walked down the stairs and pretended to have just arrived, making her step heavy and loud so that they would know she was just arriving—thinking they would act properly.
However, when she was nearby, Olivia moaned louder than the dogs of their neighbors and Allison couldn’t help but pity her vocal cords.
When she saw them being intimate, she pretended to be surprised and disgusted. The disgusted part wasn’t hard to forge since she did feel disgusted—disgusted with the air that smelled of sex.
"Hi, bestie!! Please excuse us for a moment. I just can’t seem to get enough of his—ahh..." Olivia moaned at the end of her words when Derek buried his dick inside her without an ounce of shame since someone was watching them.
"Don’t worry, I have all day," Allison replied, resting her body on the wall as they continued to fuck like animals while she tossed her phone in her hand, a yful smirk stretched on her lips.
For security, she quickly forwarded the clip to Natalie and Kace. When her gazended on Derek’sputer and phone, she grabbed the nearest seat and sat down close to it.
<i>Two minutester </i>
"Are you done?" Allison asked when she checked the time on her phone. "You are starting to waste my time honestly," she added.
Olivia and Derek were still recovering from their orgasms. Even so, Allison’s tone didn’t bypass their ears.
"How dare you talk to me like that? Do you want the beatings of your life? I can throw you on this bed and fuck you, have Olivia record it and upload it on the inte," Derek threatened, acting all tough when all he looked like was an over-steamed port meat.