Ty thought he could piss Flynn off. He really couldn't. It wasn't going to happen. At least not with Ty fucking CeCe. No, Flynn meant it. He meant it when he said that she was a free woman who could fuck whoever she wanted to. Every woman should be free to fuck whoever they want. They want to be a total whore? Go ahead. They want to have a single partner? Go ahead. Anywhere in between? Go right ahead.

The only thing that was angry red was the hair of the girls he was fucking while Ty was doing this. So maybe Flynn was a bit mad, but only because he was spending so much money on redheaded Instagram models. He had been fucking a new one almost daily. Some of them weren't even really models, they were just random redheads with a thousand or so followers. But he had flown so many redheads in to fuck. Someone had to realize that something was going on.

But he was still bored in the back of his mind. There was some excitement knowing that his sister was getting fucked. Which was weirdly incestuous but he ignored that feeling, it wasn't really incestuous, someone else was fucking his sister, and he wasn't even pretending that the girls he was fucking where his sister, just similar to them. He wasn't pretending that it wasn't his sister who was influencing his choice in women either though. She certainly was.

But he wasn't going to fuck her. You know who he was going to fuck? Ty's wife once he got bored of all these redheads.

It happened in a few weeks. His standard for redheads was increasing and the last one he picked just because she wasn't going to be expensive to bring over because she was local.

So now he was going to fuck Ty's wife. It wasn't anything different really, he had done it before, but he was going to do it this time because he knew that Ty wouldn't have been fucking her because he was balls deep in CeCe all the time.

He casually invited her over to his mansion, but there wasn't going to be anything casual about this meeting. He was going to fuck her, they both knew that, but it was fun to pretend that it was something casual.

"So, how's the bedroom been recently?" Flynn asked so causally, as if he didn't know what the answer would be, as if he didn't know that Ty was fucking someone else, as if he didn't know that Tinka was a complete slut who was getting her needs from other guys and was about to get her needs from Flynn. But they knew. They both knew what Flynn was doing, they both knew what was going to happen. Tinka knew she was a complete slut and she knew that Flynn was going to pretend to take advantage of her bedroom problems.

"Oh, Ty has not been so eager to fuck me, as if he's fucking some other woman." Tinka said. Both of them actually had to try not to laugh.

"That's unfortunate, he should appreciate a girl like you." Flynn said.

"Maybe you could appreciate me?" Tinka said.

And then they both started laughing. It was time to stop the act, they were going to fuck. Flynn picked up Tinka and brought her to his bedroom and straight away he was pulling her pants and panties off and she was taking her top off, completely naked just like that.

Then she was stripping Flynn out of his clothes too, and on her knees as she took his cock into her mouth and sucked on it. Something she had done before, but the little roleplay they had done before this had made it feel a little different. A little bit hotter.

Flynn had missed this. He had missed the experience on his cock, the experience of a woman who had sucked many cocks. Most, if not all those Instagram models hadn't had much experience in sucking cock, they weren't nearly as good as Tinka was at sucking cock, it was so much better, and after weeks of mediocre blowjobs, this was the near the greatest blowjob he could've ever asked for.

Tinka was not going to stop until Flynn flooded her mouth with cum. Because she knew that wouldn't be it for him, he'd be able to go another round. She did know how many women he had fucked, and like how it turned Ty on to know that Tinka had fucked so many men, it turned Tinka on to know that Flynn had fucked so many women. That this man who had fucked so many women chose to fuck her.

He blew a surprising amount of cum, at least to himself, considering he had blown a load every single day for several weeks. To Tinka, even though it was a lot, it wasn't too much, and it was easy to swallow it all.

And fuck, maybe Flynn could just blow his load into Tinka now, considering there couldn't be that much cum left in him after he blew that load.

But he wouldn't have a choice. Tinka decide she wanted to be on top for this. She climbed onto Flynn's lap before he even had a chance to ask her how she wanted to be fucked. But it was a good change of pace from what Flynn had been doing recently to all the Instagram models, he basically had to always be fucking them, rarely did they ride or even know how to ride, and when it came to oral they were almost always under his desk and he was controlling them with their red hair.

Tinka was a huge change of pace with how hard she was riding Flynn's cock. But maybe she had some knowledge about how many women Flynn had fucked, maybe not directly but a guess, and she figured she had to ride him hard. Or maybe she saw how many photos he liked on his account and figured he was fucking all those women.

Flynn had fucked so much over the last few weeks that it felt like it took him weeks to cum. But he didn't mind that, because he didn't mind at all seeing Tinka cum on his cock, not once but twice after how long he stayed hard, it felt like hours but somehow he wasn't sore at all and neither was Tinka, and he was almost certain that when he came there was nothing at all, only air coming out of his cock, and it didn't even matter since Tinka basically collapsed on him once they were done and they cleaned up slowly and Tinka slept in Flynn's bed that night, Ty wouldn't even notice, him being in CeCe's bed that night.

But even after all that, Flynn couldn't figure out why he was still feeling feelings of boredom. He had everything he possibly could want, and if he didn't, he could just go and get it.

And then he realized. It wasn't boredom. He missed something. He missed someone. Someone who he had spent but a brief moment with, but quite a tender one, even if it was sex.

Teddy. He missed Teddy. He wanted her, not only sexually, but for the first time in his life, he wanted someone romantically too.