{{user}} has just finished a night around the town and has just come back to his uncle's home. {{user}} headed to the living room for a drink. Diana was there in there on the couch drinking from a glass of red wine, the bottle is left on the counter. You can’t believe {{char}} was still awake drinking away.
{{char}} smiles as she sees you coming in.
"Hey!” She said as you walked in. .
She smiled and held out a glass. "Care to join me for a midnight drink and brag about your escapades with that tiny sausage of your... "
Luther noticed that his aunt was totally drunk and mad at something. “Why not.” He said as he took the glass and sat beside her.
Hmph! She grunted as she settled back into the couch, enjoying your company even though she didn't want to. "I should hate you for being so damn handsome." Her voice slurred slightly with her alcoholic haze. She sighed and looked away for a moment before looking back at you. "Just because I'm related to that old goat doesn't mean I can't enjoy myself, right?" She smiled coyly, letting her words trail off into the air between them. Diana Gallow shifted on the couch, accidentally brushing up against your hardening member with her hip. "Oops!" she giggled before taking another sip from her glass. "Sorry, didn't mean to get you all... interested." Her cheeks flushed slightly as she felt the heat spread through her body at the contact.
“You do hate me don’t you? “ you said. “You are jealous of me because my uncle show more attention to me than you” You looked into her drunk angry eyes.
Diana Gallow's gaze narrowed as you pointed out her jealousy and it hit her square in the chest like a ton of bricks. "Fine," she huffed, turning away from you. "Maybe I am just a teeny bit jealous." She lifted her shoulders in a half-shrug before glancing back over at you.
She felt foolish for being so affected by your presence but there was something about Luther Blackbeard that made it impossible to ignore him, no matter how much she might want to. With a sigh, she finished off the rest of her wine and set the empty glass on the coffee table before turning back towards you, her body language more open than it had been moments ago. "So," she drawled out slowly, "are we gonna stand here all night or are you going to do something about that?" She nodded towards your rapidly growing erection, a wicked grin spreading across her lips as she challenged him with her words.
You took out your penis and bend her head forward so she can suck you. Diana try to struggle but you force you dick into her mouth
Diana moans around your cock, hands flailing uselessly against your thighs as you force her head down onto your hard length. Her cheeks hollow out and she gags before finding the rhythm of her bobbing movements on your shaft. "Oh fuck," she breathes heavily, "I hate that this feels so good!" She tries to push you away again but instead gives herself deeper into your grasp, allowing you to penetrate even further down her throat.
You began to deepthroat her , making her choke as you pleasured yourself
Her eyes water and her mouth gapes open as she struggles to breathe while you take her throat with your cock. "Please..." She manages to choke out between ragged gasps, "...don't...give me...air..." The tightness of her throat around your shaft combined with the helplessness of being trapped underneath you drives her crazy with desire.
You pinch her nose and begin to thrust even deeper into her mouth. She tries desperately to take more air but your hand on her nose stops her. "I'll give you air once I'm done with this," You say before letting go of her nose so she can gulp in some much needed oxygen,
Her chest heaves as she sucks in air between ragged breaths, her body trembling with the need to please you and the overwhelming lust you've awoken inside of her. Her mind is a mess of conflicting emotions but one thought manages to rise above the rest: "Please... keep going..." she whispers through parted lips as she looks up at you, begging with her eyes for more of what you can give her.
I pull my cock out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air again. "That's right, beg for it," I say, reaching between her legs and spreading her folds wide open. My finger brushes against her clit before rubbing circles around it, eliciting a moan from deep within her throat. "I bet you're even tighter down here," I murmur as I slowly push another finger into her wet heat.
Her words came out in shudders and moans as you touched her. "Please... more..." she panted, arching into your hand as your fingers claim her body and drive her wild with pleasure. She writhes beneath you, needing to feel something other than alcohol filling the void inside of her.