Re: badinage | 7-31-2020 | 10am
Every lesson? AP = all penis. While she was being well-fucked, Zap took a moment to try to recenter and attempted to reach out into her expanded aural space. When she felt push-back, it was a bit alarming until she remembered there was a good wizard casting a counter-spell, so to speak. He wanted it dark, and so it would be.
āIām going to blow like a fountain inside you.ā
Her audible gasp was reflective of her millisecond of scandalized awe, but she immediately felt her eyelids lose their willpower to match, one drooping, then the next before her eyes shut and her pussy pushed back harder against him. Her feet shifted back to support her, boots on the ground. His hands snaked to her boobs and she whimpered a little moan, inaudible against the slapping sounds behind her. "I need it..." all of it... And then... she had it. He grunted for her to take it, and she did, stealing his hand away from her breast to put it between her legs. She encouraged him to swat the front of her pussy once, then twice, and by the third time, under the touch of his big fingers and being stuffed with his big cock and jizz, she blew.
Eva physically shook as she came, urging Nate's hand to hold her pussy just to keep her safe while the last of him emptied into her and while she squeezed every bit of pleasure she could. She panted, and allowed her head to be her leaning point briefly while she seized Nate's other hand from her boob and gave his index finger a chomp. Sometimes, she just had to bite a body part. He'd learn. It had been a mostly physical encounter, with little visual involvement, but went she opened her eyes fully and forced them to cooperate, Eva smiled. There was a really beautiful mixture of lavender haze swirling about amongst the conjured darkness, as if it was playfully sneaking around, trying not to get caught. The errant static pop threatened to give away the game, but added to the ethereal cocoon.
She hummed a contented, tired noise before she disengaged and moved to stand fully erect. She took a hand towel and attempted to dry herself quickly before she bent to pull up her bottoms. "You came a lot." This was said to Nate's face after she'd turned to look at him properly. He was very askew and it was endearing. "A lot though. Is that something you're..." She kissed him. It did matter. She kissed him again and bent to pick up her several discarded towels to deliver them to the laundry basket outside the door. "C'mon, Bookman."
After adjusting her cardigan and freeing her hands of laundry, she turned her full attention back to Nate. "My chemical mutation makes the pill useless. I'm usually more careful..." Her hands rose at her sides in a half-hearted shrug, but she had little else to say. She felt like an absolute monster for not saying anything sooner. The last person she'd fucked with such ferocity and lack of inhibition had been Logan. And their earliest encounters had been fruitful. "I'll go see Jo later, before we all split up and get to work..."
She closed the distance between them, slipped her arms around Nate's ribs and rested her head on his chest. "It makes me wet when I think about you doing it." She squeezed him. "But it isn't smart." There were other avenues to explore, after all. "Your sweater is all stretched out," she finished, face still smooshed to his pec.