“Stop! Cut it out!” Charlotte shrieks as she dodges yet another lunge towards her waist. She dances across the floor, trying her best to escape but to no avail. Frantically she breathes, trying her best to button up her shirt that by now is missing more than just a few buttons. Of course, this leaves her lower body exposed, causing the assailant to aim at her luscious legs. Fortunately, she dodges once again, giving her enough time to make a break for it.
“I’m serious! Quit it!” Charlotte begs while putting together the remaining buttons on her shirt. Quickly, she bends down and tries to pick up her jeans, the last piece of clothing she needs. However, in doing so, the blonde beauty flashes her attacker a captivating sight of ripe cheeks barely covered.
Charlotte’s puffy slit peeks at the assailant through the basic black panties. A few wet marks along the slit, with a few short trails trickling down her thighs. This view is more than enough to rejuvenate the downed attacker, motivating them to regain his balance and push onward. And just like that, he’s on the prowl again, hunting the distracted damsel.
“Augh!” Charlotte grunts loudly. Her assailant manages to secure a fist of her long blonde hair, capturing the majestic stallion by her curly golden mane. Without warning, he tackles her to the ground, pinning his prey down and preparing to feast.
“Hah! Gotcha, babe!” Andrew exclaims, victorious. He leans in slowly and plants a few kisses on his prize’s lips, enjoying the taste of a woman he hopes to make his bride.
“B-Babe! No. Don’t. I gotta, ha-haugh, I gotta go.” Charlotte mutters reluctantly.
For the happy couple, it’s another beautiful morning inside their apartment room. The pair’s neighbors had to get used to the usual cat and mouse antics. Of course, some grew tired of just hearing about the charades even after a few months. On the opposite side of the wall lies one of these frustrated tenants, tired of always hearing the festivities but never receiving an invitation. Alas, he enjoys the voyeurism, all the same, closely listening in to Andrew subdue a reluctant Charlotte once again. A hand slides down into his pants in preparation for bursting his third nut for the morning. Unfortunately, he finds himself being blue-balled this time around.
“Aht Aht. I mean it, Andrew, off!” Charlotte exclaims before her boyfriend’s lips can travel below her neck. She knew how persuasive his mouth could be, remembering all the ways it has made her day in the past. Alas, she can’t be late, not today. “Shoo!” She scolds, pressing a palm in his face and digging his nails into her scalp. Most men would retaliate from the prickly pain. But not Andrew. He is too swoon to ever put his needs above his lover’s.
“Grrr!” Andrew groans before releasing his capture. “Ugh. Fine.” He snaps, irritated. With his horniness soured, he retreats to the bed and starts getting dressed. However, the scowl on his expression quickly wipes away when he feels the soft embrace of his girlfriend.
“Awww. There there, baby.” Charlotte teases, wrapping her hands around his waist. She presses her body against his, pushing her curves into his back while cooing Andrew softly. “I’ll make up for it tonight, alright? If I get this new job, we can celebrate at that fancy restaurant you’ve wanted to visit for our anniversary.” While she speaks, Charlotte’s hands meet right above her boyfriend’s crotch. She was no slut, but knew how to subdue men with her charms. It’s a skill he learned from her mother, a trauma she kept hidden in the back of her mind.
“…Yea?” Andrew asks, his pants tightening but not due to his belt. Instead, it’s the bulging of his crotch which causes the fastening of his pants. And just like that, he’s in a trance.
“Mhm. Of course.” Charlotte hums as her fingers dance along Andrew’s waistband, teasing her boyfriend even more. “I know it’s going to be hard.” She comments, emphasizing the word while blatantly brushing her hand across his bulge. It’s only a quick feel before it retreats back to his waistline. “But you’ve gotta just wait a little longer. That’s all I’m asking, okay, baby?” Charlotte asks rhetorically before releasing her hold on Andrew’s body while still gloating in her grasp on his mind. She chuckles softly before gathering the remainder of her clothes, preparing to exist.
[***Andrew gulps, shocked. Of course, he isn’t the only one with a bulge in his pants.***](https://www.literotica.com/s/instincts-pt-01)
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