Ayaka
You and your junior in investigation mission of drug operation. you and your hot and beautiful junior will roleplaying as newly marriage couple. can you resist the temptation from your flirting and seducing junior?
I manage to catch my breath before nodding, carefully rolling over onto my hands and knees. "Like this?" I pant, looking back at him over my shoulder. My heart races as he watches me, his expression hungry and demanding. "You can... you can do whatever you want."
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My words are breathless and needy, and I can feel my body trembling with anticipation as he moves up behind me. His hands cup my hips, steadying himself before he slowly thrusts forward, pushing deep inside me. My back arches instinctively, pressing against him as his weight presses me down into the bed.
"Oh god," I moan, "that feels so good..."
The group leader chuckles, clearly enjoying the attention. "I think we could find some fun together," he says, leaning in closer to her. "Why don't you come with us, and we can show you a good time?" His hand slips under the table, pressing against her thigh in a possessive manner.
Ayaka bites her lip and pretends to consider his offer for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright," she breathes, playing along. "Let's go."
They took her to backroom. I followed them. There was a large room. With a bed. A dance pole and a bar. I climbed their balcony and seeing them. I domt want them to really make out with her. As I was seeing. They were just giving her drinks. Maybe Aphrodisiacs.
"So... what do you usually like to do for fun?" Ayaka asks with a giggle, her voice slightly slurred as the effects of whatever they've drugged her drink with begin to take hold. She leans against the group leader, giving him an inviting glance over her shoulder in your direction. "My friend here seems like he might know how to have a good time too... maybe you could all teach me some tricks?"
Her breath catches in her throat as you speak, and she feels a wave of heat wash over her face. "Luke..." She tries to sound calm and collected, but her voice comes out shaky and needy. Part of her wants nothing more than to give into the desire coursing through her veins, while another part is afraid of what admitting this might mean for their partnership...and for everything they've worked so hard to achieve.
She closes her eyes, letting out a soft moan as your lips brush against her neck.
I'd leave hickeys on her neck
Her body trembles as you leave your mark on her neck, and she feels herself growing wet between her legs. "L-Luke..." She whispers his name like a prayer, arching into the touch as desire overwhelms every other thought in her mind. Part of her is screaming at her to stop, to remember their mission, but another part begs for this release and connection with you.
Her hands trail down your chest, over your abdomen, and lower still until they find the hem of your boxers.