“Please, Armin.
Please, baby,” Alicia pleaded, pressing her body tightly against his.
She planted her lips firmly over his, locking her hands securely behind his neck.
He had no clue what was happening, but he eagerly reciprocated her kisses, caught up in her sudden intensity.
“What are you doing?” he whispered breathlessly against her ear as her hands began to roam smoothly down his chest.
“Claiming my toy.” she murmured.
She flicked her tongue across his neck, licking the sensitive skin before giving him a gentle bite.
Armin felt a sharp wave of electricity jolt straight through his body to his groin.
His length hardened further, answering instantly to the stimulation Alicia was giving him.
He tried to pull back for a fraction of a second, but the effect of the alcohol in his system was far stronger.
It pinned him to her, locking him right in his tracks.
Alicia glanced down at his semi-hard cock, then locked eyes with him once more before reaching down to touch him.
Her fingers lightly grazed the skin of his hard-on, tracing the visible, pulsing veins.
She slid her fingers all the way up to the sensitive tip, giving it a playful, teasing pinch.
Throughout it all, her eyes never left his face, carefully studying his expressions and reading his reactions.
A helpless moan escaped Armin’s mouth as the intensity of her touch deepened his desire.
He could feel the intoxicating effect of her closeness sending his adrenaline through the roof.
He moved toward the sink and made her up to sit on the edge.
Inching back, he revealed the small mounds of her chest.
Instinctively, he reached out and cupped both of them, squeezing gently.
He leaned forward to lick her perfect buds, losing himself in the sensation of her small breasts.
Before he could get too far, Alicia placed her hands on his head and slowly pushed him back up.
She slid down from the sink, gracefully and deliberately dropping to her knees in front of him.
Her long, beautiful white hair cascaded down around her small waist as she tilted her head back.
She parted her wet lips, sliding them over the tip of his cock.
Opening her mouth, she sucked gently on the head, milking him with deliberate, rhythmic pressure.
His body trembled with excitement, a moan escaping his lips at the soft friction.
She began to take more of his hardened length into her mouth, letting it slide against the smooth inside of her cheeks.
She savored him, taking her time and moving at her own desired pace.
Before he could stop it, a sudden tingle rushed through his spine, and he exploded into her mouth.
He pulled out, but Alicia held his release in her mouth, savoring the flavor before she swallowed.
Looking up at him, her hand slid down between her thighs, beginning to rub at her own wetness.
She stood back up and claimed her seat on the sink once more.
Lost on what to do next, Armin locked eyes with her.
Taking the hint, Alicia grabbed his hand and guided it down to her folds, directing his fingers in a steady rhythm.
Once he caught the pattern, she leaned back against the sink, her own hands moving up to fondle her breasts.
He kept rubbing in gentle, circular motions, his eyes never leaving hers.
When a soft moan escaped her lips, he leaned forward to kiss her.
He tried to resist for a second, but she pinned him firmly against her slickness.
She smelled of a creamy, sweet seduction that was intoxicating.
Yielding to the temptation, he licked her gently at first.
She responded by pressing the back of his head slightly harder against her.
Breathless, he felt himself slowly suffocating in her sanctuary.
Driven by the overwhelming sensory overload, he began to lick harder.
The bathroom walls echoed with the wet sounds of his tongue and her sweet, musical moans.
As her cries grew louder, she finally released his head, deciding it was time.
She pulled him closer, spit into her palm, and slicked his cock.
Slowly, she guided him inside herself.
A hiss of pure satisfaction escaped her lips as he filled her, finally scratching her insane itch.
She arched her back off the sink, spreading her legs wider to welcome his gentle thrusts.
Armin moaned in pleasure alongside her.
It was his first time ever being inside a girl, and the sensation was beyond anything he had imagined.
Keeping a slow tempo, he began to slide in and out, sinking a bit deeper with each stroke until his entire length was buried within her.
He looked up, their gazes locking completely.
In that moment, he truly realized how beautiful and expressive her blue eyes were.
Alicia’s moans intensified as her internal walls suddenly tensed around him.
The intense, squeezing pressure of her orgasm made his cock throb violently.
A familiar, unstoppable heat surged through his body.
He moaned deeply near her ear, biting his lip so hard he could taste a bit of blood.
Just as she pulled him back out of her, his body vibrated with pleasure.
He came the exact second he cleared her body, thick strings of white spills shooting across her folds and mixing with her delicate moisture.
She looked down, dipping her fingers into the mess.
She scooped the cream into her mouth and swallowed it, keeping her eyes fixed on his face the entire time.
Once she had consumed it all, she dropped to her knees once more, her lips sliding over his cock again.
She stroked the shaft to catch the remaining drops, swallowing every last bit.
He stared down at her in absolute awe, fascinated by her obsession with eating cum.
Finally, she climbed back onto the sink, her eyes beaming with affection, and pulled him in for another kiss.
Their slick, warm bodies pressed flat against each other, hands buried deep in each other’s hair, as her hardened buds poked firmly against his chest.
Without warning, she broke off the kiss, jumped off the sink, pulled him under the shower, and turned it on.
They bathed in awkward silence.
After they had cleaned up, she held his hand and led him back to bed.
She was still naked, and she didn’t offer him any clothes either.
She lay beside him and curled up into his arms.
His arms went around her, his fingers finding their way into her hair.
She drew up the blanket and covered their exhausted bodies, holding onto each other as they fell asleep.
Armin woke up to his head pounding painfully behind his ears.
He had a bitter, metallic taste in his mouth, and his stomach churned with distaste.
He looked around the room, rubbing his eyelids awake. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
He was alone in a room that looked and smelled ladylike.
He pulled away the blanket, and seeing that he was naked, his heart panicked.
He remembered the first day he was bought and how he had woken up with a bow on his waist.
He scrambled around, looking for something to wear.
The last time, he had delayed while watching his reflection in the mirror, and he had paid the price of his ignorance dearly.
This time, he wasted no time in covering his nakedness with the pink robe flung across the bed.
While looking around and trying to recollect how he got there, the door gently opened.
In came a young girl with long blonde hair.
Her small face and small almond eyes held so much affection, and her lips were swollen.
Had she been kissing someone?
he thought, eyeing her with judgmental eyes.
“Hey, kitten,” she smiled at him.
“I brought you something to eat.”
Armin almost screamed out in realization.
He knew that annoying nickname.
How could he have almost forgotten what happened?
He had nearly gotten confused when the young woman walked in carrying a tray with a warm bowl of chicken bone broth, served alongside a plate of lightly sautéed bitter greens, a soft-boiled egg, and a glass of water.
“I didn’t forget the water this time,” she chirped again.
Armin quickly remembered everything.
He watched her set the tray on the bed, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
She sensed his tension and smiled sweetly at him.
“Better eat something.
You look withdrawn from reality.” She walked toward the en-suite wardrobe closet, suddenly paused, and added, “Hurry up, I’ve got afternoon tea with my girls.”
Armin sat in denial as memories from hours ago flooded his senses.
He threw his hands to his head and tugged at his hair.
He felt like crying, but the tears would not come.
His heart was racing and refused to calm down.
He stared at the food she had brought him; he had no appetite to eat anything.
He felt like throwing up.
Why was he suddenly feeling so nauseous?
He pulled his hair harder.
His life was over; he had let alcohol control him.
His mind flashed to his father.
Of course, he thought, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
His life was falling apart even more, and Alicia seemed to be the beginning of his downfall.
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