Watch My BEST FRIEND CREAMPIE His Way OUT The FRIEND ZONE!!!

It was Valentine’s Day, the day of love and romance, but for Jenna and her best friend Mike, it was just another boring Saturday night spent together on the couch, binging on Netflix and takeout pizza. They had been inseparable since college, sharing everything from secrets to leftovers, but the spark of attraction between them had always been left unspoken.

As they sat there, Jenna couldn’t help but notice the way Mike’s shirt clung to his muscular torso, the way his fingers grazed hers as he reached for another slice of pizza. She bit her lip, trying to push down the thoughts that were starting to consume her mind.

Mike, on the other hand, was oblivious to the tension. He was too focused on the latest episode of Breaking Bad to notice how Jenna’s eyes kept wandering over his body. But as the night wore on and the pizza was finished, he couldn’t help but feel a similarity between the two of them that he had never noticed before.

“Jenna, have you ever thought about… us?” Mike asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jenna’s heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Mike took a deep breath. “I mean, I know we’re best friends and all, but… I have to admit, I’ve always found you attractive. I never knew if you felt the same way.”

Jenna felt her cheeks flush. She had been hoping for this moment for so long, but now that it was here, she was at a loss for words. “I… I do, Mike. I’ve always had feelings for you, but I thought… I thought you didn’t see me that way.”

Mike grinned, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind Jenna’s ear. “Oh, I see you, Jenna. In fact, I can’t stop seeing you.”

And with that, he leaned in and captured her lips with his own. Jenna melted into the kiss, her heart pounding in her chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

They spent the rest of the night exploring each other’s bodies, discovering every curve and contour. They barely made it to Jenna’s bedroom before they were tearing at each other’s clothes, desperate to feel skin on skin.

Mike trailed kisses down Jenna’s neck, pausing to nibble at her collarbone. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching.

Jenna gasped as he entered her, her back arching off the bed as she wrapped her legs around his waist. They moved together in perfect sync, their bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

Mike bottomed out inside her, his cock pulsing against her walls as he pulled out and slammed back in. Jenna cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she urged him on.

“Harder, Mike,” she panted. “Faster.”

And he obliged, driving into her with a feverish intensity. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their moans and cries of pleasure.

She could feel her orgasm building, the tension coiling in her belly as Mike thrust deeper and harder. With a final cry, Jenna came apart, her body shuddering beneath his as she came.

Mike followed soon after, burying his face in her neck as he emptied himself inside her. They lay there for a while, panting and sweaty, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

“Wow,” Jenna said, a grin spreading across her face. “That was… incredible.”

Mike chuckled, nuzzling her neck. “I have to agree. Happy Valentine’s Day, by the way.”

Jenna laughed, turning to kiss him softly. “Best Valentine’s Day ever. And to think, it all started with a pizza and Netflix.”

They spent the rest of the weekend together, exploring each other in every way possible. They made love in every room of the apartment, trying out new positions and playing out fantasy scenarios.

On Monday morning, Jenna couldn’t stop smiling as she walked into work. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was unused, but she didn’t care. She had finally taken the leap and gone for what she wanted, and now she was reaping the rewards.

Mike texted her throughout the day, sending her naughty photos and dirty messages that made her blush and giggle. She couldn’t wait to get home and see him again.

As she walked through the door that evening, she was greeted by the sight of Mike, naked and waiting for her on the couch. He had candles lit and rose petals scattered on the floor.

“Welcome home, baby,” he said, his voice low and husky.

Jenna grinned, dropping her purse and kicking off her shoes. “I think I’m going to like coming home to you every day.”

Mike smiled, pulling her down onto the couch with him. “You better. Because I don’t plan on ever letting you go.”

And with that, they came together again, their bodies intertwined as they made love late into the night, celebrating their newfound passion and the start of something truly special.