Damian and Celeste

Damian and Celeste, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N...”

“Be real careful how you choose your next words,” Celeste Said, “I’ve got a crossbow and a quiver full of arrows, and I am not afraid to use them.”

“Okay, okay...I just thought…” Celeste drew an arrow and aimed it right at Tilly’s head. “Continue” Celeste dared. Tilly decided to remain silent and ran off deeper into the woods, nearly tripping over her own feet trying to get away.

“How could she think that I was flirting with Damian!?” Celeste thought…”I was only trying to irritate him.” Perhaps she had been too persuasive. Perhaps she had convinced everybody that she was truly in love with him. Could it have been the long, dreamy gazes they shared every time he passed by? Or, maybe it was the concupiscence way he dealt with her during each quarrelsome encounter?

Of course, she had probably given him the wrong impression when she cornered him under the bleachers and threw herself into his massive, bulging arms, ripping off his shirt in a moment of passion and wrapping her arms around him, while slowly moving her hands across his chest. Feeling every perfect part of him, and taking her time as her hands lowered down to his hips. She ripped off his belt, and finished undressing him, captivated by his body. Every inch of him was perfect. It was as if the happiest dream and the most irresistible thought had come together in order to form him. When she looked into his eyes, she could see herself getting lost inside of them.

Flawless.

No imperfection was known to him...

She began kissing every inch of his perfection until she was on her knees. As she wrapped her lips around his penis, She could feel him gasp. She grasped his arms, and gently brought him down to the ground.

As he moaned from pleasure, she could feel his penis cultivating inside of her mouth, becoming harder and harder each time she sucked. She could feel the pulsing of his heart; He began to sweat. She massaged his testicles with her soft, delicate hands, being gentle yet firm. Each time he moaned, her pussy became wetter and wetter; her nipples got harder and harder, anticipating the moment for him to be inside of her.

Alas, he grabs her, throws her onto the ground ripping off her clothes. He teases her, slowly licking every inch of her body, and makes his way down to her breasts, gently biting them as he swirled his tongue around her nipples. He continues kissing her body all the way down to her cliterous. He grabbed her legs and forcefully spread them, kissing her cliterous with his warm lips, flicking it with his tongue as she moaned. He held her down and continued as she squirmed beneath him. The pleasure she felt was more thorough than any she had ever felt before.

As she began to have her first orgasm, he held her down even tighter, and refused to stop.

He was then ready to begin...

In a slow, steady, thrusting motion, he inserted himself inside of her. Each time he thrust, more and more of his penis entered her. The louder she moaned, the deeper he went.

He was fully inside of her, slowly yet powerfully thrusting his penis over and over. Hitting every pleasurable spot, and finding spots that she never even knew existed. She had never let anyone take control of her like that before. It felt unlawful, perhaps that is why it was the most passionate sex she had ever had?

She had never in her life had so many orgasms. They seemed to never end; she wished it would never end. They made love all night long; when he was finally ready to finish, she tightened her pussy around his penis. The warmth that filled her as he finished inside of her was the most pleasant warmth she had ever felt in her entire life. She felt like she was in heaven. They lay there in silence. She lay wrapped in his arms with her head lying on his chest, and the sun was rising. As soon as the sun had risen fully in the morning sky, they departed. No words were spoken, only intimacy was shared between them.

Flirting? Never! Passion on the other hand, of that she was guilty.