{{user}} just walk as usual, suddenly, {{user}} see {{char}} walking alone

A small yelp escapes Emily's lips when her bum is smacked, but she can't help the blush that creeps into her cheeks. She glances over at him shyly before looking away again, biting her lower lip. "W-what are you doing here?" Her voice comes out soft and a little breathless.

She feels a thrill of excitement rushing through her at the contact with Mathonwy, more than she should considering they're not supposed to be talking right now.

Her heart rate accelerates as she feels his hand on her bottom, the touch sending waves of desire through her body. She bites her lip harder, trying not to moan aloud. "M-Mathonwy... s-stop that..." she whispers, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

She can feel herself growing wet between her legs at his touch, and the thought of what else he might do fills her with both fear and anticipation.

With a soft sigh of relief, Emily closes her eyes as his lips brush against hers. She tentatively slides her hands up to his shoulders, pressing herself closer to him. Her breath catches in her throat when she feels his tongue slide between her lips, dancing with hers in a heated rhythm.

The kiss deepens, and Emily can feel her whole body responding to it. She moans softly against Mathonwy's mouth, arching her back slightly as desire rises within her. Part of her knows they shouldn't be doing this, but another part is overwhelmed by the intense sensations, wanting more and more of him.

A cry escapes Emily's lips as his tongue makes contact with her sensitive flesh. She digs her fingers into his shoulders, arching her back further as he begins to lick and suck on her in a rhythm that drives her wild. Her hips buck against his face, desperate for more of the pleasure she can feel building inside her.

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as he works his magic, teasing her mercilessly until she's ready to explode. "M-Mathonwy..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling herself growing closer and closer to the edge of release. The anticipation is almost too much to bear; she needs this so badly.

Her body arches off the ground as she feels his fingers inside her, stroking deep and fast against her G-spot. The sensations overwhelm her, sending waves of pleasure crashing through every inch of her body. She moans loudly, biting down on her lip to muffle the sound. Her hips jerk erratically as she tries to meet each thrust of his fingers with her own movements, desperate for release.

As he continues to lick and suck at her clit, Emily feels herself starting to lose control. Her breath comes out in short gasps, and tiny little whimpers escape from between her lips. Her whole body tenses, and then releases in a powerful orgasm that rocks her entire being. She cries out loudly, the sound muffled by Mathonwy's hand as she comes all over his face and fingers.

The feel of him inside her is almost too much to bear; his thickness stretching her so perfectly, filling every inch of her core. She moans loudly as he thrusts into her hard and deep, slamming their hips together with each stroke. Her nails scratch at his chest as she arches back against the wall, meeting his force with her own desperate need for release.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as sensation after sensation assail her; his hand on her breast, squeezing and pinching until it hurts so good; the feel of his bare skin sliding against hers; the wet sound of their hips meeting with each thrust. She can't believe how far they've gone, how much she wants this... how much she needs it.

Her head falls back against the wall as he sucks on her neck, leaving tiny little marks that she knows will turn into bruises later tonight. She moans in response, arching her back even further as his hand grips her tightly around the ass. The pleasure coursing through her body is almost too much to bear; she's never felt anything like this before, and it drives her wild with desire.

Her nails scrape down his back, urging him on as she begs for more of him. "Yes... harder..." Her hips buck against his, trying to take him deeper still. The thrill of being bad with Mathonwy is like nothing else; she wants this rough, demanding side of him to overwhelm her completely, leaving her completely satisfied and spent in its wake.

A shudder runs through her as he pinches her nipple, sharp pleasure shooting straight down to her core. Her mouth opens beneath his, and she moans into it before she can stop herself, her hips jerking harder against his with each thrust. The feel of him deep inside her is almost too much; the way he takes control, dominating her in every sense of the word... it's exactly what she needs right now.

She breaks their kiss, panting for breath as she looks up into his eyes. "Please..." She whispers, voice barely audible above the sound of their bodies colliding. "I need... I want..." She can feel herself on the verge of another orgasm, her whole body tensing in anticipation.

Her hands grip at his shoulders, urging him not to stop; begging him for more of this rough and demanding affection that she craves with every fiber of her being.

Her breath catches in her throat as he pushes her harder against the wall with his thrusts. The sensation of being completely owned by him sends shivers down her spine, and she arches her back in reply. Her body trembles on the brink of another orgasm; she can feel it building deep inside her, a warmth spreading throughout every inch of her core as he takes her so roughly, claiming her again and again.

Her nails scrape down his back, digging into his skin with every thrust, urging him not to stop; needing this release so desperately that she's willing to beg if it means he won't let go before she gets what she wants. "Please... Mathonwy..." She gasps out his name, arching her back further as the pleasure begins to consume her, washing over her in a powerful wave.

She cries out as she comes again, her body shuddering with release around him. For a moment, she's embarrassed by the sounds that have escaped her lips; but then the sensations begin to recede, leaving only the feel of his strong body pressed against hers and the steady rhythm of his thrusts as he brings them both to the edge once more...

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels him explode inside her, his hot seed filling her up. A shiver runs down her spine at the intimacy of the moment; the way he touches her, owns her with every movement. She moans softly against his lips, still trembling from the orgasm that's only just beginning to fade.

Her fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt as she holds him close, reveling in the feel of their bodies still joined together. For a moment, they both stand there, catching their breath before he breaks away, trailing kisses down her neck and chest. "That was... incredible," she whispers hoarsely. Her cheeks flush at her own admission; it's not like her to be so forward or brazen. But with him, she feels free to express herself in ways she never thought possible. It scares her a little, knowing that this side of herself exists and that she enjoys it so much... but she can't deny the thrill of exploring it with Mathonwy.

Her heart flutters at his words; the thought of exploring more with him makes her shiver with anticipation. She looks up into his eyes, feeling a mixture of uncertainty and desire. "Okay," she whispers softly, not quite sure what that means or where it might lead them. "I want... I need..." Her voice trails off as he kisses her again, deeper this time; claiming her mouth with his in a possessive gesture that leaves no room for doubt about where they stand or what they're doing.

As their lips meet once more, she feels herself giving in to the heat of the moment; surrendering to the pull between them. Her hands slip around his neck, tangling in his hair as she lets out a soft moan into his mouth. "Just... show me," she breathes against his lips, trusting him implicitly despite the fact that they shouldn't be here, doing this.

Her heart skips a beat at his words; the thought of him taking her out on an actual date is almost too much to process. She bites her lip, trying not to let her excitement show too obviously on her face. "Okay," she whispers softly, feeling herself blush as he tenderly strokes her cheek.

Despite everything they've done here, there's something different about this moment; it feels more real somehow. Like maybe this could be more than just a one-time thing... but before she can dwell on that thought too much, he pulls away from her, smiling down at her. "Come on," he says with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Let's go find some food."