A Diary to Mingyu

We are finally going to Korea. After completing college and working continuously in glass buildings, we can stop watching them on our screens. And see them live, feel them, bless our eyes, and warm our ears with their live vocals. Me and Kirti have always been a K-pop stan and yes it felt unreal.
The idols do not hold concerts in our country, so visiting their home country feels like a dream come true. We have packed our bags, and our flight is tomorrow. Kirti's boyfriend Siddhanth will drop us at the airport, though he does not like K-pop. Most boyfriends get jealous, but being in love is not the same as being a fan.
They have just started dating. It's the honeymoon phase. Sometimes they need to calm down. They have been practically living in my rented house. They probably have fucked on every piece of furniture, every floor. Should I stop them? But Kirti got her first boyfriend in 22 years of her life. So, they should fuck relentlessly. So, maybe I should just let them be. They'll calm down eventually; this fervor won't last forever. For now, I'll just keep my door closed and let them have their fun, cherishing these fleeting moments of joy while I can.
I'm not a bad friend, who discusses the sex life of her best friend but they both are good sex freaks. A week ago, they were horny asf. And started fucking in the kitchen. Sounds of things dropping can be heard continuously. As a worried friend, I went to check on them. They were naked. She is wet, she seems exhausted but she will not stop. He is being rough. They did not stop even when I was standing in front of them. I felt weird so I touched myself and I was indeed wet, in just a few seconds.
Sid is beautiful, with a body almost sculpted by divine grace. His muscles are well-defined and toned, giving him a powerful yet graceful appearance. Every line and curve reflects his dedication and strength, making him stand out effortlessly in any crowd. And his pecker is so big and thick. It is one of a kind. I want him to be inside me.
For a moment everything went blank. Kirti was a foot apart from me in a blink of an eye. Her hands touched my wet punani. Puts her finger inside. Moves it deep. Another finger went inside me. Feeling all the walls. He put me on the shelf and wide-opened me.
"The juices dripping looks yum" and they put their tongues inside me. Kissing my punani and kissing each other. "Ah,mmh, ah, mmh ah, mmh, mmh it feels so good." I push their head towards me. Get all the juice right into your fucking mouth." They were massaging my titties together. "Here I come to have you dear" She comes closer to my face and bites my nipples. It hurts. I realized I was on the ground.
It hurts so bad. I realized I was on the ground, disoriented. "Ah, ah, ah," I hear my friends, lost in their world. I am a bad friend for thinking like that.
"Slap." A sudden pressure jolts me back to reality. I blink and push myself up. I'm alright. "Let's get everything outside! We need to reach the airport!" But I'm still wet, warmth clinging to me.
I glance down, embarrassment flooding my cheeks. No, not now. I grab my bag, my hands fumbling. "Come on!" I call out, forcing a smile, determined to get outside.