«Mmmh... y-you’re so good at kissing, Jace — almost better than when you fuck...»
The wet sound of our tongues tangling and our lips smacking with every movent fills the air.
lania moans and whimpers like my cock’s buried inside her, and yet we’re only kissing — it’s all thanks to Mrs. Lunsford’s tips.
Well... she asked to treat her like she’s my girlfriend today... and what’s more couple-like than making out hard, hidden away in a park as the sun goes down?
Even though, to be honest, we’ve been kissing since the mont we got here, and our lips still haven’t parted once.
No sex, no blowjobs or anything filthy — just one long, endless, romantic kiss while we lean against a wall.
And I have to admit, I’m starting to enjoy keeping this farce up with her, especially seeing how hard lania has thrown herself into the role of the cuddly, lovestruck girlfriend.
I never thought I’d say sothing like that about a pervert like her, and yet... she’s so damn sweet right now. Kissing her while she stands on tiptoe, eyes softly closed, arms thrown around my neck gives exactly the vibes I was looking for from an experience like this.
But sunset is almost here and, with it, the beginning of my brilliant plan to keep lania from being dragged to Elyndra by her real father, who will co to claim her at midnight — there are a little over five hours left.
Luckily there’s still a bit of ti before then, and honestly this nonstop tongue-kissing that’s been going on since early afternoon has really made want to slam her against the wall and fuck her properly.
And that’s exactly what I do.
Up until now I’ve been the one with my back against the wall, but it’s ti to switch roles.
My hands, which have stayed on her hips the whole ti, slide down to her thick ass, covered by nothing but thin black leggings. I squeeze it hard as I turn us around — now she’s the one pinned.
And while I keep kissing her and groping her, I press my body harder and harder against hers, almost grinding her into the wall. My hard, swollen erection pushes under the pants of my tracksuit, tapping between her thighs.
It’s like it’s knocking to ask for permission to co in — what a polite fucking gentleman I am.
A crystal-clear signal lania catches imdiately.
She tugs my pants and underwear down to mid-thigh — just enough for my erection to be freed from its cage — and I do the sa with her leggings and her candy-pink panties with a little daisy drawn on the front.
Did she seriously think I’d appreciate sothing like that...? Co on.
Whatever. Better pretend I didn’t notice...
And finally...
«Aaaaaaah...»
...my cock slides into her pussy, already drenched from hours of kissing.
But since we’re standing and she’s much shorter than — there’s more than a foot between us — to keep her from ending up completely exposed down there, I have to lift her into my arms.
Her calves are now resting over my shoulders and I keep her raised, gripping her under the ass, using the wall behind her back to help with balance.
If she’d simply turned around and bent forward, I could’ve fucked her much more easily, but the truth is neither of us had any intention of ending that kiss, and the discomfort is the only compromise.
«J-Jace... tell you love ... aaaaah... tell I’m the only one for you...»
I guess this is part of the farce too, right? It’s the kind of thing you say when you’re fucking your girlfriend, and since today she is... well, I don’t see anything wrong with adding a little realism to it.
«I-I love you, lania... I love you like no one else in any other world...» I whisper warmly.
She smiles sweetly and hugs even tighter.
« too, Jace... too, I love you so much!»
I have to admit, it feels really strange having this kind of conversation with her, and yet... what is this feeling of lightness and relief washing over ever since I "confessed" to her?
Oh man, I guess after playing the part of the caring, madly-in-love boyfriend for hours, I must’ve gotten a little too deep into the role. But it’s not just that — there’s also this inexplicable sense of emptiness, of incompleteness. Like sothing’s missing to finish this romantic picture.
And I think I know exactly what it is.
The sun has almost fully sunk beyond the horizon when...
After one last, long thrust of my hips... my orgasm bursts inside her. Every single drop.
«J-Jace, you... you just ca inside ...?» lania murmurs, staring at wide-eyed in disbelief.
«Well, it’s normal — you’re my girlfriend, after all.»
To be honest, despite how calm and natural my answer sounds, I’m just as shocked as she is.
lania and I have fucked so many tis I’ve lost count, and yet it always ca naturally for to pull my cock out of her right before I ca. It was sothing I did without even thinking.
But not this ti — it didn’t even cross my mind to pull out at the last second.
It was like coming inside her was the most natural thing in the world. And since I only do that with won I love... yeah, I definitely got way too into the role of the lovestruck boyfriend.
«T-There’d still be one more fuck to reach three, like our agreent...» lania stamrs, visibly shaken. Her legs tremble as my seed drips out of her pussy, staining her leggings and those cute pink panties. «B-But since you ca inside ... let’s say this counts as two...»
A nice feast of delicious succubus blood is exactly what we need to wrap up this date in the best possible way.
After adjusting her clothes down there, lania lifts her T-shirt up to her neck, then her bra, and her huge, gorgeous tits fill my vision.
«H-Help yourself, Jace — drink as much as you want...» she invites, her voice still trembling.
Of course, lania doesn’t need to tell twice.
I grab one of her breasts with both hands, hungry and impatient. My fangs lengthen, sharpen, and sink into her soft flesh.
But I barely have ti to stain my palate with her exquisite blood when...
«You two — freeze right where you are! Don’t you dare move a muscle or it’ll be worse for you!»
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