I feel so confident and connected as we walk together, hand in hand, into the darkness.
And the moon looks so charming in its nakedness.
It’s not a cold night, but what gives me chills on my spine are his caresses.
One moment later, he stops. He gives me a headphone, and he takes one too. Then he takes my hand, and the music starts. And the way he looks at me, the way he leads me into our dance makes me want him so much. I kiss him, and I feel the familiar wetness that he causes me all the time between my thighs.
I look left and right, forward and backward as I make a pirouette for the beauty in my ears, and then I get down on my knees and open his pants. He’s hard, and I want to show how much I missed him. So I take him in my mouth and dutifully suck him.
He pulls me up and kisses me deeper, then he pushes me towards the bench and flips my dress up. I’m not wearing panties, easy access for his cock. He enters me, and I moan. I shouldn’t moan, I know.
But I do it again.
And again.
… until I get a slap on my face.
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