He looked off to the side like a disobedient child caught in some act of delinquency. "Yes."
"And you know what happens when we assume, right?"
He cocked an eyebrow at her odd fascination as she traced another scar running down his abdomen and under the waistband of his pants. "What, do you have a scar fetish or something?"
"Uh-huh," she answered. She carried on exploring the roadmap of scars on his body with her fingers before lowering her mouth to his flesh, taking in the feel and texture of his old wounds with first her lips, then her tongue. More than just aroused, she was rendered dizzy and breathless. Fighting with her higher moral reason was the burning desire to add to his multitude of cuts and greedily suck down his blood. The need to fight off this temptation set a fire in her brain that trickled down her spine and into her loins. "Harder," she urged him on. "Fuck me with your fingers."
He thrust his fingers into her pussy, which was now slick with her juices. The hand that was in her shirt moved to the back of her trousers and he gently worked a finger into her anus. She gasped as he inched it inside, feeling his cock hardening against her thigh as her fingers and mouth continued to venerate the desecrated altar of his abused body.
He fucked her two holes in turn, pushing in frontwardly and pulling out from behind, then driving in behind while withdrawing from the front. Each time, he pried deeper into her pussy, his fingers curving to rub her sensitive G-spot until she came copiously into his hand with a loud, desperate gasp. A wave of arousal overcame him as his fingers were drenched with her discharge. "God, I have to eat this pussy," he groaned.
She wore no panties, so her naked ass was exposed to the moonlight when he yanked her pants down around her ankles. He grabbed her by the waist and raised her sopping wet pussy to his mouth. As her high-heeled feet found purchase on the park bench on either side of him, her pants acted like a strangulation device, pressing into his throat. The resulting light-headedness only added to his pleasure as he licked her pussy clean.
Her breath came out in shuddering gasps as she approached a second orgasm. Her head was level with his crotch and she could see his cock was straining the zipper of his pants. "Do you trust me not to bite off your dick?" she asked, but he was too lost in an erotic high to hear her. Without waiting for his response, she undid his fly and sprang his erection, teasing the head with her tongue before she took his full length into her mouth. As he alternatively sucked on her clit and fucked her with his tongue, she came again and again. She tongued the length of his shaft, licked his balls, and sucked him off harder and deeper until he shot his load, which she gagged down and swallowed as if it was vital medication.
That's it. What are you still doing here? What, you thought I'd wrap it up with some sentimental crap? Seriously now, she's over. Both characters reached orgasm. Isn't that what you came here for? Well, you got what you wanted, so move it along, you pervert. Also, you just lost the game.
