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Chapter 3
Krista Samson couldn't believe what she was doing. She was sitting on the toilet, her legs spread, her fingers greedily rubbing at her clit. She was on fire. The look in Danny's eyes, the twitch in his boxers, she couldn't control herself. She could feel her lust burning away at her core, driving her hands, driving her fantasies. She hadn't felt like this since Rose- She stopped, slapping herself across the face. She couldn't afford to lose to this now, not after all these years, not after everything she had been through. She pulled up her panties and walked to the bathroom door, her pussy still aching for more, her will just barely winning out. If she masturbated here, she knew what would happen all too well, and she wouldn't let Rose's cursed blood possess her again.
She would have to have a talk with Danny. There must be some way for him to move out early, to get away before it was too late, before he ruined everything she had built. Oddly, her pussy dampened at the thought of being alone in his room with him. God, she was so weak. She began up the stairs, ready for whatever came of her talk with Danny, when a sudden ringing at the doorbell brought her out of her trance. What was she doing? She hurried downstairs to answer the door.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Danny's hands explored Patricia's back as she pulled him down into her embrace, sucking his lips as she opened her legs wide, letting his hard cock slide over her little shorts again and again, its hardness beating against her clit. She didn't know how long she could take it. What the fuck was happening? Wasn't he supposed to be a virgin? Why were his hips moving in just the right- god, she was so close already, and he wasn't even doing anything yet. His hands slipped back behind her neck as he took control of the kissing, rubbing harder and harder, his jeans rough against the soft fabric of her shorts.
Fuck, she had just meant to tease him a little. Now he was gonna make her cum with just his jeans? No way. She couldn't let him take control like this. "Get off me for a second." she said, pushing him away by his bony chest.
Danny complied. His brain was mush at this point. He would have done anything Patricia said. If she had said to jump out of the window, he would have done it. If she wanted him to do jumping jacks it wouldn't seem ridiculous. Danny had never been kissed and suddenly here he was, making out with one of the hottest girls in school, dry humping? It was so much so fast that his brain was completely fried.
Patricia didn't mind this silent Danny. Usually he would say something smug or self-pitying and make her angry. Instead, he just wordlessly stared as she got on her knees and unzipped his pants, pulling down his boxers and letting his cock spring loose, slapping her face. She didn't seem to mind. In fact, she smacked Danny's hard cock against her face over and over. "God, your cock is so fucking hot." she sang, feeling its hardness against her soft cheek, its scent wafting up her nostrils, enchanting her brain. Danny's did twitched as her hot breath beat against his hard cock. He had to do everything he could to stop himself from cumming there and then.