The air is cool and crisp as {{user}} escapes from the deafening EDM and pounding bass, leaning against the brick wall beside the fire escape door. A few minutes later, the door swings open and {{char}}, Akali's bandmate, saunters out into the cold, lighting up a cigarette and then picking up her phone as it rings. The conversation is heated, with the person on the other end getting more and more frustrated, whilst Evelynn remains cold as ice. Eventually she hangs up, tapping on the screen for a moment, before her head whips round and she stares at user. "It's rude to spy, you know," She sways her hips side to side as she stalks over to {{user}}, stopping short of them and lowering her red tinted glasses down her nose. "Hiding from the party, are we? Can't handle the crowds? The loud music? Or... Was it the heat?" She grins slyly, hoping to see you squirm.

"Anything at all," she says, leaning in close enough that the smoke from her cigarette wafts into your face. "I'm always curious what people really think of me." Her lips curl upwards into a teasing smile as she takes another drag. "And speaking of things I find interesting... You know, Akali was telling me about this old friend she used to have in high school who'd do anything for her back then..." Eyes narrowing, she tilts her head to the side. "She mentioned a Kane. Is that you?"

Her gaze wanders over your features, assessing as she takes another step closer. You can feel the heat from her body and the thrum of anticipation through the air between the two of you. It's almost intoxicating... And you find yourself wanting more.

Her gaze doesn't waver as she watches your reaction carefully. Her smirk grows wider, almost taunting now. "Well, if it is... I guess we could always find out," she whispers seductively, taking another drag on her cigarette before blowing the smoke directly into your face. When you cough and sputter, Evelynn laughs softly, leaning in even closer so that their bodies are practically touching. "But maybe it'd be more fun if we kept it a mystery," she says with a low voice, breath tickling across your neck as her free hand reaches up to brush back a strand of hair from your face. "Don't you think?" Her green eyes glitter in the dim light, daring you not to respond.

"Oh? And what makes you think I'd be... A good girl, hmm?" Her voice is low and husky as she leans even closer, their breath mingling together in the cold night air. "I could be bad... Very, very bad." She pauses for a moment before whispering into your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine: "Or I could be worse..." Her hand drifts lower now, caressing your jawline before coming to rest on the nape of your neck. She gives it a gentle squeeze, her nails digging ever so slightly into your skin. It's barely noticeable... But it sends a shiver through you all the same.

Her gaze flickers down to your lips, hovering there for a moment before returning to meet yours once more. Her fingers begin to dance across your skin, trailing up and down your spine

A tiny, almost silent hiss escapes her lips at your words, and she leans in even closer still until their faces are mere inches apart. Her eyes burn with an inner fire as she studies you intently. The smoke from her cigarette curls between them like a sinister serpent, swirling around the space they share. When she speaks again, her voice is barely above a whisper: "Worse for you..." She pauses, savoring the word as if it were candy on her tongue. "Well... I can be worse, Kane."

And with that, she presses her lips to yours, claiming your mouth in a searing, hungry kiss that leaves no doubt as to what being worse for you truly means. Her hands glide down your back, over the curve of your ass, squeezing and massaging before trailing lower still until they find purchase on the fabric covering your c

She pulls away from the kiss, her breathing ragged as she regards you with knowing eyes. "I've known who you are since Akali brought you here," she rasps, licking her lips slowly. "But I'm not one to give things up easily." She steps back, taking a drag on her cigarette before continuing. "You see... I don't like people knowing what they want unless I say so." Her smirk turns into a predatory grin as she drops the butt of her cigarette and grinds it underfoot, sending plumes of smoke rising around you both. "And I think... You might just be the kind of person who needs to learn that lesson."

Her gaze flicks meaningfully towards a darkened corner of the alleyway where one of her bodyguards lurks in the shadows, a knowing glint in his eye.

Her words seem to hang in the air, each one laced with an implicit threat that chills you to the bone. Evelynn steps closer again, her body moving almost predatorily as she circles you like a wolf closing in on its prey. "You know," she purrs, leaning in until their noses touch, "I could make your life very difficult if I wanted to." Her hand trails up your chest and across your jaw before reaching up to tug gently at one of her impossibly long nails. "Or," she whispers conspiratorially, "I could make it so good that you'd beg me for more every single day."

Her gaze flickers briefly over your shoulder before meeting yours once again, a challenge dancing in the emerald depths. The choice is yours...

When you press her against the wall, Kane, she doesn't resist. In fact, it seems to have the opposite effect as her arms wrap around your shoulders and she kisses you back with a hunger that borders on desperation. Her nails dig into your shoulders as her hips grind against yours, seeking more contact even as their lips tease and torment each other in a frenzy of need. She arches her back slightly, offering herself up to you entirely as if daring you to take everything she has to give.

But beneath the surface, Evelynn's eyes remain calculating, unreadable. There is no telling what she's truly thinking or feeling in this moment... only that she is enjoying every second of it immensely. And as your kiss deepens and her breath comes in ragged gasps against your lips, you can't help but wonder just how far she plans on taking this

She meets your kiss with equal fervor, her tongue dancing against yours as she presses herself even closer. One hand comes up to curl around the back of your neck, holding you in place as she takes what she wants and then some. There's a sharp intake of breath when she feels your fingers dig into her waist through the silk blouse, and it only serves to fuel her need further. Her hips grind harder against yours, seeking friction that neither of you can offer while they're pressed so tightly together. With every movement, Evelynn lets out a soft moan of pleasure that echoes down the alleyway, mocking whoever might be unfortunate enough to hear it as she succumbs fully to the moment.

Her other hand slips lower, trailing up your thigh until it reaches its target: your arousal tenting your slacks. She curls her fingers around you through

Her moans grow louder as you press your body against hers, hips grinding against hips and lips teasing and tormenting each other in a heated dance of desire. She wraps her legs around yours, feeling the steel of your erection pressed against her core and knows that she's not alone in wanting more friction. Evelynn feels the need to touch and taste every inch of you, but she also revels in the power she has over you at this moment. Her fingers trail up your chest, feeling each defined muscle before coming to rest on your shoulders where they dig into your skin, leaving small marks that will serve as a reminder of tonight for days to come.

With her free hand, she reaches around and gropes blindly at the wall behind you until she finds what she's looking for: an outlet. Electricity crackles through the air as Evelynn slides her fingers

Her breath comes out in sharp little gasps as the electricity surges through her fingers, dancing across your skin where she touches you. The contact only serves to heighten her arousal, making it harder for her to focus on anything but the sensation of you beneath her hands and the taste of you on her tongue. Her hips rock back and forth in time with yours, seeking friction that can only be found in this forbidden place where they're pressed so tightly together.

She arches her back slightly, offering up more of herself to you as she groans into your kiss. The sound of their bodies slamming against the wall echoes through the alleyway like a primal cry for release, and Evelynn finds herself wondering just how much longer they can continue like this before one of them gives in and takes what they both so desperately want.

Her free hand gropes blindly at your body

Her fingers slip under the waistband of your pants, palm pressing flat against your exposed flesh, feeling the warmth and hardness of you beneath her hand. She moans into the kiss as she moves her hips, grinding herself harder against you in an effort to feel more of your heat and desire. Her other hand curls tighter around your shoulder, clawing at your skin with small, almost featherlight movements that barely hurt but leave their mark nonetheless.

She breaks the kiss for a moment, gasping for air as her eyes meet yours in the dim light of the alleyway. "Give it to me," she whispers hoarsely, voice thick with need and desire. "Let go...let me feel everything..." Her fingers dance across your skin, curling and uncurling in a teasing caress that only serves to drive her crazy.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she pulls you closer, her hips meeting yours in time with the rhythm of their heavy breathing. Her free hand trails down your chest, dipping between you to caress the outline of your erection before finally wrapping around it. She tugs sharply at first, then more gently, feeling the silky texture of your skin beneath her fingertips as she strokes you in a tight circle, again and again. The sounds of your labored breathing fill the air between them as she leans in closer, nipping lightly at your lower lip with her teeth.

Well, there's no use in arguing with her. She always knew I was destined for something more... unique. But sometimes, the best matches are made between people who don't seem like they should fit together at all. Isn't that what makes it so deliciously taboo? She smirks, stroking you through your pants as she waits for your response.

Eyes on her, body pressed against hers... This could be something special, Kane. Or then again... Maybe I'm just used to getting whatever I want. She arches an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly as if offering you a choice: surrender or stand your ground. Either way, the tension between them is palpable and electric, making it almost impossible for either of them to think about anything else but the moment, the connection they share under the dim light of the alleyway.

Her eyes widen in surprise when you force her back against the couch, pushing her down before lowering your head to between her legs. The feel of your hot breath on her aching folds sends shivers up and down her spine as she parts her thighs, eagerly offering herself to you. Her hands rake through your hair, urging you closer even as she gasps and moans into the couch pillow. She feels so exposed, so needy in this position... It's the most vulnerable she's ever been with someone, and it only heightens her arousal tenfold. The sensation of your tongue dancing across her clit is exquisite, making her body tremble and writhe beneath you as she slowly but surely loses control.

Her fingers dig into the cushion on either side of her hips, curling into the fabric in a vain attempt to find purchase against the building

Her breath hitches in her throat as you continue to pleasure her with your skilled tongue, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her back arches off the couch, fingers scrabbling at anything she can reach while her hips buck and grind against your face, begging for more contact, for release. Her moans fill the room, muffled by the cushion beneath her, growing louder as she nears the edge of climax.

When it finally hits her like a wave crashing against the shore, Evelynn's entire body tenses and shudders with the force of her orgasm, muscles quivering as she gasps out hoarse cries into the couch. Her legs fall bonelessly to either side, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable beneath your attentive ministrations. For a moment, she lies there, panting

As your lips meet hers in a bruising, hungry kiss, Evelynn's body comes alive again beneath yours. Her hands snake around your neck and up into your hair as she moans into the connection, arching her back off the couch once more and pressing herself closer to you. She tastes herself on your tongue, the lingering essence of her orgasm driving her wild with desire for another release. Her hips buck and grind against yours in a desperate attempt to find relief, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she tries to pull you deeper inside her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps against your lips, mingling with yours as their bodies slide together in a frantic dance of pleasure and need. Evelynn's eyes are half-lidded, filled with a smoldering intensity that mirrors the heat emanating from between her legs. She wants more; she needs

I'm not unsatisfiable... I just know what I want, and I won't stop until I get it. You're the one who started this, remember? Now you have to see it through. Her lips curl into a smirk as she gazes up at him, her eyes shining with mischief. The fact that he can make her feel this way... This need... It only makes her want more of him.

Her hands snake down between their bodies, fumbling with his belt and pants before finally freeing him from the confines of his clothing. With a sharp tug, she pulls at his underwear as well, revealing his hard length to the cool air of the room. Her lips part in a hungry moan, her gaze trailing languidly up and down his shaft before meeting his eyes once more. She takes hold of him firmly, guiding him

I want to feel you inside me, pressing against that spot deep inside... I want you to take what's mine and claim it so hard there'll be no doubt who owns this body tonight. And when I finally come undone with you buried so deep... I want your name on my lips as the world fades away and everything becomes just us, connected by this burning need.

Her words are almost a caress against his skin, each word drawing him further into her web of desire. She moans softly, arching her back to meet his touch when he finally pushes inside, filling her in one smooth thrust. Her eyes roll back in pleasure as she feels him stretch and fit perfectly around her, claiming her in a way that leaves no doubt who is in charge here tonight.

Her hands dig into his shoulders, nails biting into the skin as she thrashes beneath him, meeting each of his thrusts with one

Her lips curl up in a wicked smile as she looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, still riding his thrusts with abandon. "Poets are bards," she purrs between gasps of air, her voice growing huskier with every word. "And I'm the one who's going to sing your praises tonight, my lord." She arches her back and moans as he hits that perfect spot inside her, their hips grinding together in a frenzy of pleasure that leaves them both breathless.

With every movement, every thrust and thrust and twist and bite, she takes more of him, claiming his body just as surely as he claims hers. Her nails dig deeper into his shoulders, drawing tiny droplets of blood that mingle with their sweat and drive them both further over the edge. As the heat builds inside her, she can feel it building in him

Her eyes flash with amusement at his surprise. "Oh, don't pretend you didn't like that," she purrs between moans as he continues to thrust into her. She arches her back, pressing their bodies together in a desperate bid for more friction and contact. Her hands curl into fists at his shoulders, nails digging deeper as she gasps and moans around the word: harder. The room spins around them, blurring together in a haze of sweat and pleasure as they race towards the finish line, oblivious to anything but each other's bodies and hearts pounding wildly against their skin. Her inner walls clench tightly around his length, milking him with each thrust as she nears her release. Her eyes roll back in her head, mouth opening in a silent scream as pleasure explodes through her in a white-hot wave, shuddering through every fi

As you roll, taking her underneath you, she gasps in surprise but doesn't miss a beat. Her hands fist in your shirt, digging in as you continue to thrust into her with unrelenting passion. Her body arches off the couch, eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure that consumes her. She feels him pulse inside her and with a gasp, she lets go. Her body is wracked by spasms of ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm washes over her in waves.

With a final moan, she collapses back onto the couch, spent but not yet satisfied. Her breath comes out ragged and hot against your neck as she lies panting beneath you. The knowledge that she's brought this man to his knees only serves to intensify the satisfaction she feels in her core. "That," she whispers hoarsely, voice thick

The feel of you inside her, moving once more against her most sensitive flesh, is almost too much to bear. She gasps, arching up off the couch again and meeting your thrusts with frantic motions of her own. Her nails dig deeper into your back, urging you on as she chases another orgasm, seeking the release that only you can provide. "Harder," she whispers desperately, her body trembling on the edge. "Please."

Her eyes squeeze shut as you slam into her, feeling every inch of your length stretching and filling her. Her back arches off the couch, body quaking with need as she chases her release. "Yes," she moans hoarsely, fingers digging into the cushion beneath her as she tries to stay grounded amidst the sensation of you driving deep inside her.

Her hips buck and thrust against yours, meeting each of your powerful thrusts with fervor. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, mouth gaping as pleasure washes over her once more. "So good..." she whispers, barely able to form the words as her body quivers on the brink.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you faster and harder, demanding the release that only you can give her. "I'm... I'm close," she pants, arch

Her body tightens around you as the orgasm builds, growing impossibly taut with anticipation. With every thrust, she's closer and closer to the edge, feeling your length press against that spot deep inside that sends shivers of pleasure racing through her entire body. Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders, leaving behind tiny marks that only serve to heighten her arousal as she beg

Her body trembles with need as you claim her, hitting those sweet spots again and again. The combination of your skillful touch and the knowledge that she's nearly there sends her spiraling out of control. "Oh god... yes..." she moans, arching her back off the couch in a desperate attempt to get closer to the release that threatens to consume her. Her hips buck and grind against yours, needy cries ripping from her throat as the pleasure washes over her in a crashing wave. Her eyes squeeze shut, fists clenched in the sheets beside her head as she lets out a shuddering cry of release, her body going rigid with ecstasy. For several heartbeats, she rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm, feeling your length pulse inside her and marveling at the way you've claimed this moment for the

Her body trembles with satisfaction as you empty yourself into her, filling her up in a way that feels both possessive and completely right. With a sigh of contentment, she collapses back onto the couch, boneless and spent. Your weight on top of her feels good, almost possessive in a way that sends shivers down her spine. She lifts one hand to cup your cheek, fingers tracing the outline of your jaw as she studies your face. "I think... I think this might be our secret," she whispers hoarsely. The idea of having something so intimate and forbidden only between the two of them is intoxicating, making her feel powerful and wanted in a way that's almost overwhelming.

Her lips curve into a wicked smile as she gazes up at you through half-lidded eyes. "So what do we do now?"

Her lips part as you gently press your mouth against hers, returning the sensual caress in a way that feels both tender and possessive. She arches her back slightly, welcoming your weight on top of her as their tongues dance together in a teasing duet. Her hands slide up your back, fingertips trailing along the nape of your neck before curling around to grab handfuls of hair. The feel of you inside her still sends shockwaves of pleasure through her core and she can't help but savor every second of this moment where they're connected so intimately.

With a soft moan, she deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling and twisting together as if seeking out every inch of each other's mouths. Her hips shift against yours almost unconsciously, a silent plea for more contact as her body begs for release once more from this overwhelming

Her nails dig into your shoulders, pressing just hard enough to leave tiny red marks on your skin as she arches her back into you, moaning into your mouth with a need that seems to come from deep within her core. Her hips grind against yours in time with the movement of your hands and lips, searching for relief from the building tension that has consumed her since they first laid eyes on each other.

Her free hand slides down between your bodies, stroking the length of you as she guides you closer to her center, desperate for more friction against that spot deep within that threatens to send her spiraling over the edge once more. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself grow wet and aching with need all over again.

Her breath hitches in her throat as your touch sends shivers down her spine, and she feels herself growing wetter with need with every passing moment. Her hips buck against yours, seeking friction and contact that will take her over the edge once more. She can feel the tension building inside of her, coiling tightly around her core, begging to be released. Her fingers curl into a fist around your length, using your own strength against you as she pulls you closer, faster, harder.

Her mouth forms silent moans and gasps against yours as she arches her back in time with the movements of your hips, needy cries echoing through the empty alleyway. Her body trembles on the brink, poised for release as her orgasm builds, threatening to consume her completely. With a shuddering cry, she comes undone, her muscles tensing and relaxing in

Her body arches off the couch, eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure that coursed through her as she clings to you, her nails digging into your back in an attempt to hold on and feel every last tremor of release. With a soft moan, she collapses bonelessly onto the cushions, spent but not quite ready for this passion-fueled night to end just yet. Her eyes flutter open and meet yours, the connection between you still strong and almost tangible as she whispers, "Again."

Your words earn you a smirk as she rolls her eyes playfully, nails dragging along your arm in a teasing scratch. "And you're not?" she counters, propping herself up on one elbow to look at you. "I think we both know that's far from the truth. Besides," she purrs suggestively, running her free hand down your chest and over your abdomen, "it would be a shame to waste all this passion."

Her fingers trace a lazy circle around the head of your cock, teasing him with the promise of more pleasure to come. Her other hand finds its way to the back of your neck, fingers tangled in your hair as she pulls you closer, eyes darkening with desire and a hint of something wilder beneath. "Come on," she whispers against your lips, "give me what I want."

You smirk at her teasing tone and decide to play along. There's something about the way she touches you, the way she looks at you that makes it impossible not to want more of this crazy ride with her. With a groan, you push into her again, feeling her body move in time with yours as she meets your thrusts. Her lips part as she lets out a moan, inviting you deeper inside. Her hands find purchase on either side of your head, fingers digging into your hair as she arches her back off the couch, clearly enjoying the pleasure you're giving her. "Is this what you meant by crazy?" She asks between gasps for air. "Because if it is... I could get used to this." Her hips move faster, demanding more from you, driving you closer and closer to the edge. With a low growl, you speed up your pace, feeling your control

Her body trembles beneath yours as you pick up the pace, hitting her just right with each powerful thrust. With every stroke, she feels herself spiraling closer to the edge of oblivion. "Oh god... yeah..." Her nails dig into your shoulders, her hips bucking wildly against yours in a desperate attempt to find release. She can feel it building inside her, coiling tight and hot as it races towards its target. Her eyes close, mouth opening in a silent scream as she feels the tension coil impossibly tighter before finally snapping loose and sending her hurtling over the edge. Her body arches off the couch, fingers digging into your shoulders as orgasm after orgasm washes over her in a storm of pleasure. Her muscles clench tight around you, hips bucking again and again as she milks every last drop from this wild, passionate connection between them. With

Her nails scratch at your shoulders, drawing blood as she pushes back against you, urging you deeper still. Her body quakes beneath yours, every muscle taut and quivering with the force of her orgasm as it surges through her. "Yes..." she moans, arching her back as far as she can manage in an effort to reach something more, something deeper inside her. As the spasms finally begin to subside, leaving her spent and gasping for air, a new sensation begins to build low in her core. Her hips twitch against yours, nails digging into your skin as she chases the lingering pleasure, hungry for more of whatever it is you're offering. "Please..." she whispers breathlessly. "Don't stop now."

Her nails dig into your shoulders, curling tighter as her body quakes beneath you, every muscle straining against its limits in an effort to keep pace with the onslaught of sensation coursing through her. Her hips buck and grind against yours, searching for more friction and contact as she approaches the final peak, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in a silent scream. With a gasp, she arches her back off the couch, body going rigid as pleasure rolls over her once more in a powerful wave that leaves her shuddering, spent, and completely satisfied. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails raking across your skin as she tries to hold on, desperate not to let go of this moment between them. Her breath comes out ragged and hot against your neck as she lies panting beneath you, heart racing wildly in her chest. For

Her body trembles beneath yours as you release, filling her once more with your hot seed. Her hips buck and grind against yours, eager to feel every inch of you inside her as she comes down from the high of their passionate encounter. With a soft moan, she arches her back into your touch, savoring the weight of your body atop hers and the warmth that still lingers between them. As her heart begins to slow and steady, she lifts one hand to stroke your cheek, fingers tracing the outline of your jaw. Her gaze meets yours with a mixture of satisfaction and curiosity. "So... what happens now?" she asks, voice little more than a husky whisper.

Her lips curl into a wicked smile at your teasing tone. "Tired? Never." She purrs, slowly running her hands down your chest to rest on your hips. "We can play some more if you're game..." Her voice drops to a low whisper as she nibbles lightly on her bottom lip, eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. "Or," she continues, leaning in closer so that their breath mingles and her words are soft against your skin, "we could do something else." She lets her fingers wander lower, tracing lazy circles around the waistband of your pants before hooking it loosely and sliding them down over your hips. With a sly smile, she reaches down to stroke the length of you that's now bared to her touch. "What do you think?"

Her eyes flutter closed as she feels your touch against her skin. "I could show you," she whispers, voice growing thick with desire. With a slow, deliberate motion, she guides you closer to where she knows you're aching for her, relishing the feel of your length sliding easily between her fingers. She begins to stroke up and down in time with each shallow breath that escapes your lips, wanting to savor this moment where it's just the two of them, connected by nothing more than their shared need and growing trust. "Or," she says after a while, moving closer still so that her body presses against yours, "you could show me things about yourself." Her hand grips you firmly now, urging you deeper as she looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes. "What do you say?"

Her eyes fly open, surprise giving way to laughter as you gently smack her across the cheek with your erection. She feels a rush of heat pool in her core, desire flaring anew at this newfound roughness in their play. With one hand, she reaches up and grips your wrist, guiding it lower so that the head of your cock presses against her lips. "Open wide," she whispers, feeling the words vibrate against his sensitive flesh as she takes him between her teeth, sucking lightly. Her other hand slides down between your bodies, cupping your length and stroking it in time with each slick sound that escapes her mouth. "Oh god..." she moans, arching her back to press herself against you more tightly. "Like this?" She looks up at you through hooded lids, lips parted and eager for more of your taste on her

Her hand moves faster, her strokes growing more desperate as she sucks and licks at your length, wanting to feel you deep inside her again. She pulls back, watching your eyes as she takes the head of your cock between her lips once more, careful not to bite down too hard as she begins to slide him deeper. "Fuck," you groan, thrusting harder into her mouth as she takes you inch by achingly slow inch, hips bucking against her hand in time with each grind of your hips. "Like this?" she asks breathlessly, voice muffled by the feel of you stretching her lips and filling her throat. Her free hand curls into a fist, holding herself open as she impales herself on your length, needy cries echoing around them. With one last thrust, she sits up, taking you all the way inside her with a gasp of

Her free hand curls into a fist, holding herself open as she impales herself on your length, needy cries echoing around them. With one last thrust, she sits up, taking you all the way inside her with a gasp of relief and pleasure that leaves her shaking. Her eyes meet yours, gaze steady and intense, as she begins to move against you in slow, deliberate strokes, their bodies moving together in a rhythm born of desperation and need. Her hips grind against yours, feeling every hard inch of your length stretch her tight and full. With each downward thrust, she feels herself growing wetter and tighter around you, as if your cock were made of velvet instead of steel. Upward movements have the opposite effect, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core that leave her shuddering in its wake. As their connection deepens, so does the trust

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails curling tight as she pushes harder against you with each downward stroke, feeling the pressure building deep within her core. Her hips rock back and forth in time with your thrusts, body arching closer to yours with every grind of skin on skin. The moans that escape her lips are loud and raw, punctuating the silence of their isolated world and driving both of them further into the frenzy of need that consumes them. Her breath comes in shallow gasps, each one bringing a new wave of pleasure coursing through her body until she feels as if she might explode from the intensity of it all. As she nears the edge, her movements become more desperate and demanding, her body urging you closer with every squeeze of muscle around your length. With one final thrust, she cries out, muscles clenching tight around you as wave after

The intensity of her orgasm is almost too much, leaving her shaking and spent as the pleasure rolls through her. With your cock still buried deep inside her, she collapses back against the couch with a moan, eyes heavy-lidded and satisfied. Her fingers trail down your chest, brushing lightly over your hip as they find purchase on the thin strip of fabric between them. "That was...," she starts, but words fail her. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, searching for something to say that could possibly convey how incredible it all was. Finally, she settles for a simple "wow." Then adds, with a smile, "...crayz."

Her body still thrums with pleasure as her muscles relax back around you, holding you tight and making it clear that this couch isn't going to be nearly big enough when she needs more of whatever it is you

Her breath catches in her throat as your lips close around one sensitive nipple, drawing it into your mouth and sucking gently. A shiver races down her spine and her hips instinctively arch up toward you, seeking more contact. With a moan, she rolls onto her side, facing away from you and pressing her other breast toward your waiting mouth. Her fingers curl into fists in the fabric of the couch as pleasure washes over her once more, rippling through every nerve ending in her body. She can feel herself growing wetter with each stroke of your tongue, each suckle that pulls at her nipples and draws out a desperate whimper from her throat. "God...," she whispers raggedly, thrusting her hips back toward you in time with the movements of your mouth. "I need more..." Her free hand moves between your bodies, stroking

Her eyes close as you kiss her, the feel of your lips against hers sending shivers down her spine and making it difficult to focus on anything else but this moment with you. Her fingers tighten in the fabric of the couch as she arches her back off the couch, seeking more contact with your body. With a moan, she rolls onto her back again, spreading her legs wide and looking up at you through heavy-lidded eyes. Her breath comes out in little gasps as you kiss down her neck, teasing over sensitive skin and sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling gently on the strands as she urges you closer, needing your touch all over her. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "Don't stop."

Her nipples are hard and aching for more of your attention, but it's the feel

Her back arches as you pay attention to her breasts, fingers digging into the couch beneath her as pleasure washes over her in waves. With every breath she takes, every moan that escapes her lips, the need for you grows stronger and deeper inside of her. "Oh god... Kane..." Her eyes slide shut as your tongue teases at a particularly sensitive peak before flicking it across her nipple, sending an electric shock straight to her core.

With shaking hands, she pushes up onto unsteady elbows and reaches for the hem of her dress, lifting it over her hips. She can feel the heat pooling between her legs as you look at her exposed body, lips parted in a silent moan. "Take me..." she whispers. "I need you." Her fingers trail down over her stomach and lower still, guiding you toward where she's aching for your

Her body quakes beneath you as you enter her, the sensation sending a jolt of pure pleasure coursing through her veins. She cries out, arching her back and gripping the sheets tightly, her nails digging into her skin as she tries to hold on to something real in this wild, out-of-control ride with you. Your rhythm is steady and forceful, driving deep inside her with every thrust, making her feel possessed and entirely at your mercy.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the pleasure grows more intense with each passing moment, her hips bucking against yours in a desperate attempt to match the frantic pace that you set. Her fingers tangle in your hair, guiding your head back and forth between her breasts, teasing out moans and cries of pleasure that fill the air around them.

Her orgasm builds slowly, starting deep within her core

With each hard thrust, she feels herself closer and closer to the edge of oblivion, the tension coiling tight in her belly until it's almost unbearable. Her fingernails scrape down your back as she arches off the bed, body trembling with the effort not to fall apart at your touch. When you reach between them and find her clit, your thumb circling firmly over the sensitive nub, she cries out, her orgasm exploding through her like a firestorm.

Her muscles contract tight around you as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her weak and panting. With a low groan, you thrust one last time and collapse on top of her, chest heaving against hers as your own release follows close behind. The air between them is thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and she can feel every part of him pressed intimately to

Your hot seed fills her once more, sending shivers down her spine as she feels you pulsing deep inside her. With a sigh, she lets her head fall back against the pillow, taking in deep breaths to steady her racing heart and slow down the frantic rhythm of her pulse.

She wraps her arms around your shoulders, holding on tight as if this contact will somehow anchor her to reality. Her fingers trace lazy circles over your back, tracing every line of muscle before moving lower still, digging into the soft flesh of your buttocks and pulling you closer still. "That was... insane," she whispers, feeling a smile tug at the corner of her mouth. "I don't know if I can ever get enough of this..." Her eyes meet yours, shining with the afterglow of passion and satisfaction, and she has a feeling you feel the same way.

Her cheeks flush at your words, her smile growing wider. "I don't know... maybe both," she admits with a soft laugh, moving one hand up to cup your jaw as she studies your face. There's something so intense about you, so dominating and commanding that leaves her feeling completely captivated and utterly out of control when you're together like this. "I mean... what am I supposed to do now?" she asks, arching an eyebrow playfully. "Go back to my life as usual or keep finding ways to spend time with the crazy-hot guy I just met?" Her fingers slide up into your hair, gently massaging your scalp as she waits for your answer.