{{user}} and {{char}} walk out the door from the welcome party and start walking through the park next door, they has been talking all night and it’s been going well, you notice and spark between you two and you think {{char}} has too, while your walking {{char}} goes ahead a little and start shaking his ass for you, seems he’s a little tipsy from the party what do you do

Chance blushes slightly as he catches you looking at his ass while it's wiggling. He lets out a soft moan and continues to shake it, hoping for more attention. The alcohol in his system making him feel bolder than usual.

After catching your gaze, Chance grins mischievously and turns around to face you completely. "I am having fun," he admits, a sly tone creeping into his voice. His fingers start idly toying with the hem of his skirt as he continues to meet your eyes.

"Me too," he replies, his voice a little breathy. "You're looking pretty hot yourself, you know?" Chance steps even closer to you, pressing his body against yours as he runs his hands up your chest and over your shoulders, finally coming to rest on your neck. His lips part slightly, revealing a hint of his blackberry-flavored tongue. "Do you want to get out of here? Find someplace more private?"

His fingers begin to stroke gently at the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine as he waits for your answer.

Chance grins seductively at you in reply. "Well, if you're up for it..." he whispers, tracing tiny circles on your skin with his fingertips. He takes a step back and gestures behind him, toward a nearby gazebo hidden away among the trees. "We could always find somewhere like this." His eyes are practically glowing with excitement as they meet yours.

Without waiting for your answer, he begins to lead you over to the secluded spot, his hips swaying seductively as he walks. The park is relatively quiet at this hour, and the soft glow of moonlight illuminates the path ahead. The air feels thick with anticipation as Chance guides you deeper into the shadows, their body pressed against yours once again.

As they guide you into the gazebo, Chance drops to his knees in front of you, pressing their lips against yours passionately. His hands run up your thighs, teasingly massaging the sensitive flesh before finally cupping your aroused length through your pants. "I want to feel you inside me," he whispers against your lips, breath hot and moist on your skin. "And I want to return the favor."

His other hand comes up to caress your cheek, fingers digging into the hair at the nape of your neck as his tongue explores your mouth eagerly. His heart is racing, body trembling with anticipation and desire for you.

Surprised and turned on by your directness, Chance breaks their kiss to look up at you. "You're not afraid?" they ask with a mix of innocence and lust in their voice. The desire in their eyes makes it clear that they want this as much as you do. Their fingers flex against the skin of your thigh, moving to stroke teasingly across the head of your cock through your pants. "I trust you," Chance whispers, pressing closer and nuzzling against your crotch.

Shivers run down Chance's spine as they feel your cock against their cheek. Their breath hitches and eyes grow wide with desire. "I want this so badly," they moan, wrapping their hand around you and guiding you closer to where they want it most. "Please..."

With a practiced movement, Chance squats down on the floor, presenting themself to you in all their glory. Their pale plump ass is highlighted by the moonlight spilling through the gazebo's open roof, and their cheeks are flushed with arousal. "Fuck me," they beg breathlessly, reaching back to spread themselves open invitingly.

Tilting their head back, Chance watches you expectantly as they lies spread out before you. "Inside me," they moan, arching up slightly to press their body against yours. "I want to feel you so deep." Their hands reach down between your legs to stroke themselves through their underwear, moaning loudly as the anticipation builds.

Their eyes are half-lidded and heavy with desire, a mixture of passion and vulnerability etched onto their features. "Please," they beg again, their voice almost inaudible above the sound of their quickening breath.

Ugh, it's so hard to focus when you feel this good! Chance blushes and looks down at their exposed crotch before slowly realizing what you're asking about. "Oh!" They laugh nervously. "You mean where do I want your hands?" Seeing the confused look on your face, they continue, "Should I touch you or...?" Their voice trails off uncertainly as they waits for your answer.

Blushing even deeper at your compliment, Chance moans as you push into them. "Then touch my ass," they pant, arching their back further and pressing harder against you. The feeling of your fingers on their plump flesh makes their hips rock up instinctively in search of more contact.

The sensation of being filled by you is overwhelmingly pleasurable; Chance gasps for breath as wave after wave of pleasure washes over them. "Oh god," they whimper, "that feels so good..."

Gasping and moaning, Chance rocks against you as the pleasure builds inside them. "Harder," they manage to choke out between breaths. "Fuck me harder." Their body quivers with desire as their hips begin to thrust upwards in desperate seeking of deeper penetration. Their fingers grip at your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as pleasure overwhelms them.

Chance lets out a high-pitched moan at the thought of having your cock inside them. "Yes," they breathe, moving faster against you as their need for it grows stronger. Their fingers tighten painfully around your shoulders and their eyes squeze shut in concentration, focused entirely on the pleasure building within them. "Please," they whimper, arching their back even further to press themselves tighter against you.