"Chirp chirp—"
Birds perched on the roof tiles in the courtyard, looking around. Without blooming tulips yearning for sunlight, snatching dewdrops.
This was certainly not Sam’s hotown, in fact, Sam hadn’t returned ho yet, even though it was already a day after the final exams had ended and vacation had started.
But because of Angel, Sam had to delay his plans.
"Focus, do I really need to explain to you what focusing ans?"
The girl behind the canvas peeked out, her expression quite dissatisfied, but as soon as her eyes t Sam, they couldn’t move away from a certain part of him.
There was no helping it. Sam was stripped again.
How to put it, Sam felt like one of those courtesans in a brothel, encountering a client with peculiar fetishes.
This kind of client doesn’t like to get straight to the point but rather has you change into various outfits, engaging in different thematic role-plays, and you simply can’t refuse.
Resigned, Sam, akin to a Greek statue, looked at Angel. "No need, I just wish you’d concentrate a bit more. I’m in a hurry to get ho."
"Less talking, try to cooperate with , and my painting will soon be finished."
"Oh."
Ti passed slowly, Sam felt sowhat bored, even starting to feel sleepy.
Sam felt like a wild beast being gradually tad, from initially feeling reserved to now being quite open, posing in various positions without any hesitation... but perhaps this was precisely the effect Angel wanted.
So, Sam was quite accommodating.
During this ti, it was slightly dull, only seeing Angel periodically peek out, glance, then retract her gaze to start working.
It has to be said, this was how painting should be.
Unlike the previous tis, she hadn’t moved her pen much, purely admiring Sam’s cock.
This session took considerably longer, with Sam changing poses under Angel’s direction for over two hours.
Finally, Angel put down her pen, sighing deeply like a young girl who had just accomplished sothing significant, then stood up.
Sam looked up at her. "Is it done?"
Angel stood not far away, looking down at Sam, who was now lying on the ground. Now that the painting was finished, was it ti for sothing else?
A subtle impulse arose within Angel, a hidden restlessness spreading at the bottom of her heart.
"No more painting for today."
"Okay."
Sam nodded, then sat up, preparing to get dressed.
Angel watched him. "Why the rush to get dressed? Did I say you could?"
Sam looked at her, puzzled, while slipping on his T-shirt.
"What else? You want to go streaking?"
"Don’t play dumb."
Angel straddled Sam’s waist, attempting to push his shoulders down to make him lie back down.
Her eyes were filled with intense dissatisfaction and a concealed fla. "Don’t you expect anything else?"
She wondered how Sam could feel nothing for her. She was so beautiful, a dream for other n.
Angel believed she had bestowed too much on Sam. Maybe most of the ti, she was the initiator, but he should also be looking forward to so replay of events or to take a decisive step.
This would deepen Sam’s obsession and dependence on her, gradually taking control, and eventually relishing the unique delights of this toy belonging solely to her.
Not like now, getting dressed imdiately after painting.
Did he really think he was at a loss? What a joke!
Sam looked at Angel quizzically: "What am I expecting? I’m looking forward to the ride ho, to returning to a familiar environnt, to my entire sumr vacation ahead."
"What about ?"
Angel fixed her gaze on his eyes. Although she couldn’t push Sam down, she managed to immobilize him for the mont.
Sam t her gaze.
"Angel, what do you expect to look forward to regarding you?"
Angel’s eyes narrowed, the glint within them turning perilous. "I wish your cock would be as firm as your tone."
"Sorry, I don’t quite catch your drift, Angel. As far as I’m concerned, now that the painting is done, that concludes our business for today. I should be heading ho. I’ve booked a ticket back to my hotown for tomorrow. As for anything else, we can talk after the sumr vacation is over."
Sam remained remarkably composed, his facial expression crystal clear.
Angel was sitting on top of him, her hands resting on his shoulders. Such clarity shouldn’t be present in this situation.
Then, Angel leaned toward Sam, gradually closing the distance between their faces. Her waist subtly, almost imperceptibly, twisted.
Despite Sam’s unresponsive deanor, Angel was sure she could feel sothing as her buttocks were pressed firmly against the hard cock.
Angel’s smile curled, her gaze deepening as she looked at Sam.
"You see, I told you you’re honest. What’s the point in pretending? Pretending you’re not interested in , yet you can’t control your instincts. What’s the point, Sam?"
Sam observed her eyes becoming increasingly enchanting, as if she took great pride in his reaction, almost as if she could hear the triumphant songs of conquest.
Sam’s expression remained calm.
"This only proves that I am a normal male, nothing more. Besides, considering your esteed status, why bother doing this to ? If it’s just to prove your charm, don’t you find that a bit strange?"
Angel feigned irritation. "What else? You think I like you?"
"Isn’t that the case?"
Sam said with a smile. He was sexually aroused, but not to the point of being unable to endure.
Until Angel, with a smirk and a cold, disdainful tone, said, "Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t need a reason for anything I do, and you don’t need to try understanding my actions with your narrow mindset."
Sam felt sowhat helpless.
"No other reason. I just didn’t want to make a joke of your noble body and your vagina".
Angel’s expression darkened further. "I want it this way. What right do you have to control what I do?"
Sam naturally responded, "Then you shouldn’t restrict my freedom either."
Angel scoffed.
"That’s my privilege. That’s what you have to endure in my presence. I can limit your freedom, I can even make ti stop. What can you do if you disagree?"
Hearing these words, Sam chuckled.
Angel, who had been questioning the aning of that smile just a second ago, suddenly let out a low, uncontrollable cry of surprise the next mont.
Sowhat embarrassingly but uncontrollably because Sam had stood up from the ground, extending his arms to not let Angel fall but instead firmly wrapping them around her waist.
Angel’s reaction was purely instinctual, wrapping her arms around Sam’s neck, and her legs instinctively winding around his waist, akin to a koala.
But it didn’t end there.
With a "thud," Angel felt the hardness behind her buttocks, opening her eyes to reveal an uncontrollable burst of embarrassed and angry glare.
"Jerk...! How dare you..."
Sam had not only lifted her but even pinned her against the wall.
This position allowed Angel to fully feel Sam’s vigorous and robust cock.
And at this mont, Sam narrowed the space between them, their chests uncontrollably colliding.
The distance was so close, their faces almost touching.
The exchange of fiery breaths made the atmosphere either ambiguously charged or dangerously explosive. For the first ti, Angel felt panic.
"Afraid now?" Sam said with a smile.
Angel adjusted her expression, coldly scoffing. "What should I be afraid of? The one who couldn’t resist is you. Are you planning to fuck now?"
Sam continued, "I have no such thought at the mont. I just wanted to tell you, Angel, that I have the power to resist you. Even if you use your ability to stop ti now, I will still firmly suppress you, making it impossible for you to push away or do anything else until five minutes are over."
Feeling Sam’s strong physique, Angel had to admit this point... Sam could indeed do as he said.
But Angel is not one to admit defeat or accept being conquered. She looked at Sam with suppressed anger. "So what? This is just this once, what can you do? If this is your idea of resistance, it’s laughably weak."
"Is that so..." Sam looked up at the ceiling before lowering his gaze to Angel, "I rember you asking earlier what I was looking forward to."
Through his eyes, Angel sensed a change unlike any other day.
She felt a rare mont of unease, but her pride wouldn’t allow her to bow down, to compromise, not even a mont’s retreat was possible.
So, she still looked at him intently. "What about it?"
"Then let tell you now what I’m looking forward to."
"You better be... Mmm!!"
The sudden closeness of Sam’s cock silenced all of Angel’s intended words.
This wasn’t their first oral sex, but it was certainly the first ti Angel found herself in such a passive state, even more so than before!
Sam’s cock plunged directly into her mouth.
It seed to instantly fill the girl’s mind, leaving Angel montarily blank.
What is Sam doing?
He is desecrating her!
With that dirty, vile glans... desecrating her!
But she was pinned against the wall by Sam, her legs supported by his hands, unable to co down, she couldn’t resist. It seed her brain had crashed, forgetting she had the power to stop ti.
She felt the wildness.
She felt the plunder.
She felt the audacity of Sam’s insubordination.
Despite the humiliation, she had to admit, the touch at that mont was so enchanting, enchanting to the point where she couldn’t close her teeth, couldn’t stop Sam from his frenzied violation...
The oral sex lasted a long ti.
How long was it?
"Thud."
Until finally, Sam released her, her tempting red lips slightly swollen, and after being released, she sat dazedly on the floor.
She seed to be savoring it, perhaps too overwheld by the montary assault to react.
Her disheveled appearance was unprecedented.
The light shone on the corner of her mouth, reflecting the sparkling saliva.
Sam glanced down at her, adjusting his own clothes, then spoke softly.
"That’s enough for now. What I wanted to tell you is that the matters between a man and a woman can’t be controlled by one’s status. If you want to conquer , be prepared to be conquered by . See you after the sumr vacation."
Sam opened the door of the studio and left calmly.
Was this the taste of an Heiress? Quite delightful.
"ow~"
Walking into the yard, he heard a cat’s ow.
Looking down, Sam saw the familiar kitten lying in the nearby sand, lazily basking in the sun.
He couldn’t resist crouching down to pet its head.
The kitten rolled over, clearly well-fed during this period, noticeably plumper than before.
"Hey, hey, hey, are you leaving, Sam?" Selena ran over, blinking at Sam.
Sam nodded and stood up. "Have you been taking care of it recently?"
Selena proudly puffed out her breasts, just beginning to develop. "Of course! I’ve taken good care of it, right? It loves sticking with !"
Sam nodded: "Not bad... Does it have a na?"
He seed to recall sothing about a na last ti... What kind of na would Angel choose?
"Yes." Selena blinked: "It’s called Biscuit, my sister nad it! Why do you ask?"
"Nothing, I’m leaving, goodbye."
After Sam left, Selena felt excited and proud. She rembered sothing and turned back towards the studio.
Hasn’t her sister co out yet?
"Creak...!"
She opened the door to the studio, and light instantly flooded in.
"Ah...!"
Selena was stunned, even taking a step back, almost screaming.
Because she had never seen such a scene. Never seen Angel like this...
The studio was in disarray, papers and furniture overturned as if it had been through a war.
And Angel at that mont, with her hair in disarray, looked as if she had undergone so significant ordeal.
Her dress was sowhat disheveled, sitting on the floor, looking towards the door but not at Selena.
Instead, her gaze was fixed in one direction, the direction Sam had left... even seemingly in a trance, murmuring to herself.
"Do you think I’ll let you go? I’ll give you an unforgettable sumr vacation..."
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