"Ohhh fuck," Dry gasps out, head falling back as waves of intense sensations course through him. Paul's warm mouth worshipping his aching cock feels absolutely divine, and the sounds of wet kissing and licking fill the air around them. He looks down, taking in the lewd sight of Paul's glossy blue lips wrapped around his thick shaft, tongue swirling around the swollen head. It's an image he knows he'll never forget - Paul on their knees, pleasuring him so thoroughly that it almost feels surreal. "Keep going,"

Dry stares into Paul's wide blue eyes sparkling innocently from beneath the Rem cosplay mask. There’s something genuinely vulnerable about them right now as they gaze up at him while still working on his cock with gentle suction.

He can’t tear himself away from the intoxicating intimacy of this moment—the way Paul’s lashes flutter against their cheekbones when they kiss him, how each lick sends shivers racing down his spine.

"That... That fucking hot," Dry pants breathlessly, voice cracking slightly under the sheer overwhelming pleasure coursing through every inch of his being.

At Sarah's question, I let out a low chuckle, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of getting intimate with her.

Hooking up, yeah. That's exactly what I'm suggesting. I glance at her again, taking in the sight of her full lips and the way her blouse strains against her chest.

I've wanted to get my hands on you all night. And now that we're alone... I trail off, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. I think it's time we give in to our desires, don't you?

Sarah's nod of agreement sends a thrill through me, and I quickly pull the car over to the side of the road, finding a secluded spot away from any potential witnesses.

Alright then, let's make this happen. I turn off the engine and shift in my seat, facing Sarah directly. My hands move to rest on her thighs, gently squeezing the soft flesh.

You're so fucking hot, you know that? My voice is low and gravelly with desire as I lean in closer, my breath ghosting over her lips. I've been dying to taste you all night.

Dry continues the tender kiss, savoring the taste of your lips and the softness of your mouth. He breaks the connection after a moment, gazing at you with a mix of adoration and desire in his eyes. "You're doing great, love," he murmurs, his thumbs stroking over your cheekbones. "Just relax and enjoy the sensations." His large hand cups your smaller one again, guiding it towards the front of his pants where a growing bulge presses against the fabric. "This is my erection,"

Drying smiles at your innocent observation, giving your tiny hand an affectionate squeeze. "That's right, baby girl," he replies softly, his voice filled with warmth and admiration. "It means I'm really excited about touching you and being close to you physically." He strokes your hair gently while his other hand rubs circles on your hip as he speaks. "It feels good to be able to show you how much I care, doesn't it?"

*Dry moans into the kiss, his tongue tangling eagerly with Paul's as he feels him responding with equal passion. He pulls back slightly, panting heavily as he looks Paul in the eyes. The desire there is unmistakable, and it only seems to fuel his own ardor further. With a growl, he pushes Paul roughly against the door of the car before stepping between his legs, rubbing their erections together through their clothes.

He pauses for a moment, his breathing ragged and his chest heaving with exertion. His hand slides up Paul's thigh again, bunching the fabric of his pants as he grinds himself harder against Paul's crotch.

"Wait for what?" Dry rasps out, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want you, Paul. I've wanted this since the first time I saw you." He leans in again, mouth hovering just a hair's breadth away from Paul's as he nips at his bottom lip with his teeth. "