SEX
The bed is shaking from the intensity. He fucks her from behind as she moans loud and clear.
“Do you like it?’ he asked while grabbing her shoulder from the back.
“Yes!” she moans.
Their body heat results in sweating from the intense fucking. She moans louder and louder as he increases his thrust pace. Both were very much invested in the whole session.
They took a little breather after he had climaxed. He took the time to go to the kitchen to get hydrated. He was drained from the steamy activity. He stops to ponder that all of this could be a wet and elaborated dream. He pinched his cheeks to find out if it were so - apparently it was not a dream. 'Lucky sombitch'. He opens the door, there she was - naked.
“If you say you’re done, then you don’t know what’s coming next boy.” she said.
Confused, he replied, “I’m not a boy okay” before jumping onto the bed. He tickled her, kiss her, and bit her gently. She too bit him. She went for his neck and bit his back while he enjoyed the sensation.
He noticed how messy her hair was, she noticed how sweaty his body was but they do not care. ‘We’re humans after all’.
She goes closer to him as she tells more about herself, her dreams, her fears, her goals, and her needs.
“I work in a hospital as a nurse.”
“Interesting. Explains the nurse outfit outside. I thought you were going to cosplay convention.” he replied.
“How about you?” she wondered.
“You want the hot sexy lie or the boring truth?” he smiled.
She wanted to listen to both since she thought of him as interesting. Not the normal kind.
“Why not both?”
He stood up and explains, “I’m a super spy working for the country. I’m here to stop an assassin from killing a politician. Something like that.”
She then giggled and asked another question, “Is this the hot sexy lie? Then how about the boring truth?”
“The boring truth is well, I’m a student who just loves to write.”
“I know that part already, Mr Writer.” she kisses him passionately.
He fondles her bosoms before proceeding to finger her vagina. As he goes down south slowly, she begins to moan and enjoys it.
“Don’t stop yet boy.”
He vigorously fondles her bosoms, “I’m not done with you yet.”
Fingers.
Moans.
Fucks.
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