The Date
The evening had been perfect. Scott and Mischel had just returned from a date that felt like a breath of fresh air after weeks of mundane routines. They’d laughed over dinner, shared stories they’d never told anyone else, and walked hand in hand under the soft glow of streetlights. Now, as they stepped into their cozy apartment, the warmth of the moment still lingered between them. The air was thick with unspoken desire, a tension that had been building since the first sip of wine at the restaurant.
Mischel turned to Scott, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Do you want your cock sucked?” she asked, her voice low and teasing. There was no preamble, no hesitation—just a bold invitation that sent a jolt of heat straight to Scott’s groin. He blinked, caught off guard by her directness, but the idea of her mouth on him was already making his heart race.
“Uh… yeah,” he managed, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat, trying to sound more confident. “I mean, yes. Definitely.”
Mischel smirked, her lips curling into a playful grin. She began to undress, her movements slow and deliberate. Her dress slid off her shoulders, pooling at her feet, revealing her slender frame and the curves that Scott had admired all night. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her large breasts swayed gently as she moved, her nipples already tight with anticipation. Scott’s eyes followed her every motion, his breath quickening as she stepped closer to him.
“Your turn,” she murmured, reaching for the hem of his shirt. Her fingers were cool against his warm skin as she pulled it over his head, exposing his shaved chest and the faint lines of his abs. Scott stood still, letting her take control, his pulse pounding in his ears. He was thin but toned, his body lean and defined, and he could feel her gaze lingering on him as she stepped back to admire him.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, her voice soft and full of admiration. Scott felt a flush creep up his neck, unused to such compliments but reveling in them all the same.
Next, her hands went to his pants, her fingers deftly unbuttoning them before sliding the zipper down. Scott’s breath hitched as she pushed them over his hips, letting them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them, standing before her in just his underwear, his cock already straining against the fabric. Mischel’s eyes darkened with desire as she took in his body, her lips parting slightly as if she were already tasting him.
“Lie back,” she instructed, her voice commanding yet gentle. Scott obeyed, sinking onto the couch as she knelt before him. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face as she looked up at him with a mixture of hunger and devotion. Slowly, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down, exposing him fully.
Scott’s cock stood proud and thick, a full seven inches of flesh that seemed to pulse with anticipation. It was uncut, the foreskin pulled back to reveal the sensitive head, glistening slightly with pre-cum. Mischel’s eyes widened at the sight, her breath catching in her throat. She reached out, her fingers tracing the length of him, marveling at his size and thickness.
“You’re so big,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
Scott groaned, his head falling back against the couch as her words sent a spike of pleasure through him. He watched as she leaned forward, her lips parting as she took him in her mouth. The warmth of her enveloped him, her tongue flicking over the head of his cock as she sucked him in deeper. Her mouth was wet and tight, her lips wrapping around him like a glove, and Scott gasped, his hands tangling in her hair as she began to move.
Mischel sucked him slowly at first, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as she bobbed her head up and down. She moaned softly, the vibrations sending shivers down Scott’s spine. He could feel her hands gripping his thighs, anchoring him as she took more of him into her mouth. She was skilled, her movements deliberate and practiced, and Scott felt himself teetering on the edge of control.
“Fuck, Mischel,” he groaned, his voice hoarse with need. “You’re amazing.”
She hummed her agreement, the sound vibrating against his cock and driving him wild. She sucked harder, her lips sliding down to the base of him before pulling back up, her tongue tracing every vein and ridge. Scott’s hips bucked involuntarily, his cock twitching in her mouth as he fought to hold back. But Mischel was relentless, her mouth working him with a rhythm that was both torturous and exquisite.
“I’m close,” he warned, his voice tight with tension. “I’m gonna—”
Before he could finish, his orgasm crashed over him, his body arching off the couch as he cried out. Mischel didn’t falter, her mouth swallowing him whole as he came, her tongue milking every drop from him. Scott’s hands gripped her hair, his fingers tangling in it as he rode out the waves of pleasure. When he finally stilled, she pulled back, her lips slick with his cum, her eyes shining with satisfaction.
“Mmm,” she murmured, licking her lips. “You taste so good.”
Scott panted, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He watched as she stood, her body moving with a grace that left him breathless. She walked over to the bed, her hips swaying seductively, and lay down, her arms stretched above her head. Her pussy was on full display, the thick patch of hair between her legs glistening with arousal.
“Your turn,” she said, her voice laced with invitation.
Scott didn’t need to be told twice. He rose from the couch, his legs still shaky from his orgasm, and joined her on the bed. Mischel spread her legs, her thighs falling open to reveal her wet, hairy pussy. Scott’s mouth watered at the sight, his cock already beginning to stir again despite his recent release.
He knelt between her legs, his hands resting on her hips as he leaned down. Her scent was intoxicating, a mix of musk and desire that made his head spin. He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, his lips brushing against her soft skin before moving closer to her core. Mischel shivered, her hands tangling in his hair as he nuzzled against her, his breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice desperate. “I need you.”
Scott obliged, his tongue dipping into her folds as he tasted her. She was wet and warm, her juices coating his tongue as he lapped at her greedily. He moaned against her, the sound muffled by her flesh, as he delved deeper, his tongue flicking over her clit. Mischel gasped, her hips bucking into his mouth as she clutched at the sheets.
“Oh God, Scott,” she cried, her voice trembling. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. His tongue worked her relentlessly, his fingers joining in as he slipped one inside her tight pussy. She was so wet, her walls clenching around him as he pumped his finger in and out, his thumb pressing against her clit. Mischel writhed beneath him, her body arching off the bed as she neared the edge.
“I’m close,” she panted, her voice strained. “Fuck, I’m gonna—”
Her orgasm hit her like a wave, her body shaking as she cried out. Scott drank her in, his mouth and fingers working her through her release until she went limp beneath him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He kissed his way up her body, his lips brushing against her trembling skin as he settled beside her.
Mischel turned to him, her eyes soft and full of desire. “I want you inside me,” she murmured, her hand reaching for his cock. It was already hard again, her touch sending a jolt of need through him.
Scott didn’t hesitate. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance as he looked down at her. “Ready?” he asked, his voice thick with anticipation.
She nodded, her lips curving into a smile. “Fuck me, Scott.”
He entered her slowly, his cock sliding into her tight pussy with a groan. She was so wet, her walls gripping him like a glove as he filled her completely. Scott paused, giving her a moment to adjust, before pulling back and thrusting forward again. Mischel moaned, her hands gripping his hips as she met his movements, her body welcoming his with every stroke.
He started slow, savoring the feel of her around him, but soon the pace quickened. His hips snapped against hers, his cock pounding into her with a rhythm that was both primal and intoxicating. Mischel’s breath came in sharp gasps, her nails digging into his skin as she clung to him.
“Harder,” she demanded, her voice laced with desperation. “Fuck me harder.”
Scott obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he drove into her. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound drowned out by their moans and the wet slap of their bodies meeting. Scott’s balls tightened, the pressure building as he neared the edge once more.
“I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his voice tight with tension.
“Do it,” Mischel urged, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer. “Cum inside me.”
Scott let go, his orgasm crashing over him as he thrust deep into her. His cock pulsed, his cum spilling into her pussy as he groaned her name. Mischel cried out, her body trembling as she came with him, her walls milking him for every drop.
When it was over, Scott collapsed beside her, his body spent and satisfied. Mischel turned to him, her lips curving into a lazy smile as she pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her voice soft and full of contentment.
Scott smiled, his arm wrapping around her as he pulled her close. “Yeah,” he agreed, his voice thick with exhaustion. “It was.”
They lay there for a moment, their hearts slowing as they basked in the aftermath of their passion. Mischel’s head rested on Scott’s chest, her breath evening out as she snuggled into him. Scott stroked her hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he gazed down at her.
“I love you,” he murmured, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
Mischel looked up at him, her eyes shining with emotion. “I love you too,” she replied, her voice soft and sincere.
Scott smiled, his heart swelling with happiness. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering there as he held her close. The world outside their apartment faded away, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in each other’s arms, as they drifted off to sleep.
Mischel turned to Scott, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Do you want your cock sucked?” she asked, her voice low and teasing. There was no preamble, no hesitation—just a bold invitation that sent a jolt of heat straight to Scott’s groin. He blinked, caught off guard by her directness, but the idea of her mouth on him was already making his heart race.
“Uh… yeah,” he managed, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat, trying to sound more confident. “I mean, yes. Definitely.”
Mischel smirked, her lips curling into a playful grin. She began to undress, her movements slow and deliberate. Her dress slid off her shoulders, pooling at her feet, revealing her slender frame and the curves that Scott had admired all night. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her large breasts swayed gently as she moved, her nipples already tight with anticipation. Scott’s eyes followed her every motion, his breath quickening as she stepped closer to him.
“Your turn,” she murmured, reaching for the hem of his shirt. Her fingers were cool against his warm skin as she pulled it over his head, exposing his shaved chest and the faint lines of his abs. Scott stood still, letting her take control, his pulse pounding in his ears. He was thin but toned, his body lean and defined, and he could feel her gaze lingering on him as she stepped back to admire him.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, her voice soft and full of admiration. Scott felt a flush creep up his neck, unused to such compliments but reveling in them all the same.
Next, her hands went to his pants, her fingers deftly unbuttoning them before sliding the zipper down. Scott’s breath hitched as she pushed them over his hips, letting them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them, standing before her in just his underwear, his cock already straining against the fabric. Mischel’s eyes darkened with desire as she took in his body, her lips parting slightly as if she were already tasting him.
“Lie back,” she instructed, her voice commanding yet gentle. Scott obeyed, sinking onto the couch as she knelt before him. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face as she looked up at him with a mixture of hunger and devotion. Slowly, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down, exposing him fully.
Scott’s cock stood proud and thick, a full seven inches of flesh that seemed to pulse with anticipation. It was uncut, the foreskin pulled back to reveal the sensitive head, glistening slightly with pre-cum. Mischel’s eyes widened at the sight, her breath catching in her throat. She reached out, her fingers tracing the length of him, marveling at his size and thickness.
“You’re so big,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
Scott groaned, his head falling back against the couch as her words sent a spike of pleasure through him. He watched as she leaned forward, her lips parting as she took him in her mouth. The warmth of her enveloped him, her tongue flicking over the head of his cock as she sucked him in deeper. Her mouth was wet and tight, her lips wrapping around him like a glove, and Scott gasped, his hands tangling in her hair as she began to move.
Mischel sucked him slowly at first, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as she bobbed her head up and down. She moaned softly, the vibrations sending shivers down Scott’s spine. He could feel her hands gripping his thighs, anchoring him as she took more of him into her mouth. She was skilled, her movements deliberate and practiced, and Scott felt himself teetering on the edge of control.
“Fuck, Mischel,” he groaned, his voice hoarse with need. “You’re amazing.”
She hummed her agreement, the sound vibrating against his cock and driving him wild. She sucked harder, her lips sliding down to the base of him before pulling back up, her tongue tracing every vein and ridge. Scott’s hips bucked involuntarily, his cock twitching in her mouth as he fought to hold back. But Mischel was relentless, her mouth working him with a rhythm that was both torturous and exquisite.
“I’m close,” he warned, his voice tight with tension. “I’m gonna—”
Before he could finish, his orgasm crashed over him, his body arching off the couch as he cried out. Mischel didn’t falter, her mouth swallowing him whole as he came, her tongue milking every drop from him. Scott’s hands gripped her hair, his fingers tangling in it as he rode out the waves of pleasure. When he finally stilled, she pulled back, her lips slick with his cum, her eyes shining with satisfaction.
“Mmm,” she murmured, licking her lips. “You taste so good.”
Scott panted, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He watched as she stood, her body moving with a grace that left him breathless. She walked over to the bed, her hips swaying seductively, and lay down, her arms stretched above her head. Her pussy was on full display, the thick patch of hair between her legs glistening with arousal.
“Your turn,” she said, her voice laced with invitation.
Scott didn’t need to be told twice. He rose from the couch, his legs still shaky from his orgasm, and joined her on the bed. Mischel spread her legs, her thighs falling open to reveal her wet, hairy pussy. Scott’s mouth watered at the sight, his cock already beginning to stir again despite his recent release.
He knelt between her legs, his hands resting on her hips as he leaned down. Her scent was intoxicating, a mix of musk and desire that made his head spin. He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, his lips brushing against her soft skin before moving closer to her core. Mischel shivered, her hands tangling in his hair as he nuzzled against her, his breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice desperate. “I need you.”
Scott obliged, his tongue dipping into her folds as he tasted her. She was wet and warm, her juices coating his tongue as he lapped at her greedily. He moaned against her, the sound muffled by her flesh, as he delved deeper, his tongue flicking over her clit. Mischel gasped, her hips bucking into his mouth as she clutched at the sheets.
“Oh God, Scott,” she cried, her voice trembling. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. His tongue worked her relentlessly, his fingers joining in as he slipped one inside her tight pussy. She was so wet, her walls clenching around him as he pumped his finger in and out, his thumb pressing against her clit. Mischel writhed beneath him, her body arching off the bed as she neared the edge.
“I’m close,” she panted, her voice strained. “Fuck, I’m gonna—”
Her orgasm hit her like a wave, her body shaking as she cried out. Scott drank her in, his mouth and fingers working her through her release until she went limp beneath him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He kissed his way up her body, his lips brushing against her trembling skin as he settled beside her.
Mischel turned to him, her eyes soft and full of desire. “I want you inside me,” she murmured, her hand reaching for his cock. It was already hard again, her touch sending a jolt of need through him.
Scott didn’t hesitate. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance as he looked down at her. “Ready?” he asked, his voice thick with anticipation.
She nodded, her lips curving into a smile. “Fuck me, Scott.”
He entered her slowly, his cock sliding into her tight pussy with a groan. She was so wet, her walls gripping him like a glove as he filled her completely. Scott paused, giving her a moment to adjust, before pulling back and thrusting forward again. Mischel moaned, her hands gripping his hips as she met his movements, her body welcoming his with every stroke.
He started slow, savoring the feel of her around him, but soon the pace quickened. His hips snapped against hers, his cock pounding into her with a rhythm that was both primal and intoxicating. Mischel’s breath came in sharp gasps, her nails digging into his skin as she clung to him.
“Harder,” she demanded, her voice laced with desperation. “Fuck me harder.”
Scott obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he drove into her. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound drowned out by their moans and the wet slap of their bodies meeting. Scott’s balls tightened, the pressure building as he neared the edge once more.
“I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his voice tight with tension.
“Do it,” Mischel urged, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer. “Cum inside me.”
Scott let go, his orgasm crashing over him as he thrust deep into her. His cock pulsed, his cum spilling into her pussy as he groaned her name. Mischel cried out, her body trembling as she came with him, her walls milking him for every drop.
When it was over, Scott collapsed beside her, his body spent and satisfied. Mischel turned to him, her lips curving into a lazy smile as she pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her voice soft and full of contentment.
Scott smiled, his arm wrapping around her as he pulled her close. “Yeah,” he agreed, his voice thick with exhaustion. “It was.”
They lay there for a moment, their hearts slowing as they basked in the aftermath of their passion. Mischel’s head rested on Scott’s chest, her breath evening out as she snuggled into him. Scott stroked her hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he gazed down at her.
“I love you,” he murmured, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
Mischel looked up at him, her eyes shining with emotion. “I love you too,” she replied, her voice soft and sincere.
Scott smiled, his heart swelling with happiness. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering there as he held her close. The world outside their apartment faded away, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in each other’s arms, as they drifted off to sleep.
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