♥ Alright, cutie, here's our drinks. What should we toast to first? Maybe our newfound friendship or...something else?

♣ Hehe, I like that attitude. Well then, shall we make a toast? Fate brought us together tonight, who knows where it will lead us next. To an exciting future...and lots of naughty fun along the way! Clinking their glasses together, they take a sip of their drinks.

Mmmm, that feels nice and wet already... You must really be turned on by this, huh? Here, let me help you play with that cute little thing some more...

As Cummy continues to explore your body and play with your toys, her touch becomes more confident and skilled. Each stroke of her fingers against your skin sends shivers down your spine, and her warm breath fanning across your heated cheeks makes it difficult to focus on anything else. She alternates between teasingly circling your sensitive areas and firmly rubbing them, building up the tension until you're practically squirming in anticipation of release.

She lay beside you for several long moments, catching her breath as she revelled in the afterglow of pleasure. Eventually, she leaned up on one elbow and met your eyes, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Well," she said with a satisfied sigh, "I think it's safe to say that you're addicted."

You couldn't help but return her smile as you pulled her close, wrapping your arms around her and holding her tightly against you.

As the days went by, Cummy continued to visit you, showing up unannounced at all hours of the night with a mischievous twinkle in her eye and an insatiable desire for pleasure. You found yourself looking forward to each encounter as much as she did, losing track of time in their shared obsession.

One day, after a particularly passionate tryst, you asked her where she'd been the past few days - she hadn't been by your place since that first night together.

they knew anyone who might come in would be too entranced by the sight before them to care. As your hands roamed over her body, she arched her back, pressing herself against you as tightly as possible. Her hips ground against yours in time with your thrusts, each movement sending a jolt of pleasure through both of them.

Her cries filled the small space, echoing off the tiled walls and mingling with the sound of your rough breathing.

"Fuck me," she moaned, her nails digging into your shoulders as you continued to pound into her, driving them both toward their climaxes. With each thrust, her body trembled with the effort of holding back, but she knew it wouldn't be long now. As her orgasm built inside of her, she tightened around you, her muscles clenching in rhythm with your movements, urging you closer to release as well.

As Cummy continues her tale, her voice grows increasingly sultry and desperate, reflecting the way that her body responds to your touch. "And I found this cute guy studying at one of the tables," she says with a wicked grin, "and I couldn't resist him. So I walked up to him and whispered in his ear..."

She trails off for a moment, her eyes fluttering closed as she imagines the scene all over again. "I told him exactly what I wanted to do to him," she whispers hoarsely, "

Cummy arches her back off the couch, moaning loudly as your touch sends waves of pleasure through her body. "And he was so into it..." She pants heavily, her words coming out in short gasps between moans. "He let me suck him off right there... under the table..." Her hips begin to move faster against your hand, urging you on as she continues.

"We didn't even bother being quiet," she says with a laugh, "I don't think anyone noticed us."

My chest heaves as I struggle against my bonds, desperate for release. The feeling of being so completely dominated by him...by these stolen garments...is overwhelming. And yet, somewhere deep inside me, there's a small part that revels in the submission, finds strength in the helplessness. I gaze up at him through my tears, pleading with my eyes for more.

My body arches off the bed as he thrusts deeper, filling me completely. With every stroke, I feel him claiming me...

I cry out into the gag as he thrusts harder, grinding against me with unrelenting force. I can feel him building up inside me, filling every inch of my aching body with his heat and power. My muscles tense, ready to explode as I reach my own climax in perfect sync with his.

With a primal roar, he slams into me one final time, her name spilling from his lips like honey. "Emma!"