Neighborly Lovin (Marvin & Bubble)

[Marvin]

He wanted to blurt out his answer, but wanted to kiss her right then and there. In the end, actions overcame words. The hand that had been on her thigh slid up, stayed connected to her body during its whole ascent. His touch trailed over her wide hips, her waist, circling over and up her back, before his huge hand passed over the nape of her neck, cradling her head. Desmond's other hand replaced its counterpart, but with a far more aggressive placement than before and on the other thigh. His fingers pressed against her inner thigh, his thumb exploring the line of soft flesh where her thigh and hip met. He leaned in more, so that his massive body was level to hers, head tilting. His lips parted and met hers.

It was as if his hunger reignited. And nothing he had just ate, or ever ate for that matter, satiated him like the taste of her lips did now. Her soft, plush lips enticed a deep, contented moan, like he was enjoying a meal beyond compare. The hot breath from his nostrils flowed over her. The sounds of his relishing mixed with the wet smacks his greedy lips. Saliva spilled from his mouth to hers and back. His head was pushing into her as he held her with his hand, echoing the demands of his desires.

Even if it was just kissing, kissing of this passion wasn't something so casually done in public. It looked as if was devouring her, a brute or a beast caring only for his needs. It was broad daylight, but luckily many of the other park patrons had left. They were alone in their little section of the park, lost in their own little world. Desmond didn't quite care anymore, at least, about anything other than Luna. He felt his erection swelling, the binds loosening, adorning his shaft like drapes. The shape of him bulged slightly out from his right thigh, and he only still at a mere chub. It would only get worse, more blatant and egregious, but Desmond swallowed those concerns all down, like he swallowed the taste of Luna's luscious lips.

Desmond pulled away only to pant briefly, and there was a long, thin strand of saliva between their lips. His tongue flicked it away, and then Desmond dove back in again, his voice rumbling into her. "Too many suggestions."

His hand roamed farther, deeper. His fingers pressed into her free pair of lips, tracing over her petaled shape through the thin black dress and her panties. "Luna..." He moaned into her again.

 

[Marshmallow-Minnow]

Enthrallment cycled through her with vigor as his fingers trailed about her, the cervix of her throat feeling so safe in his hand, like it was made to be held by Desmond, and her eyes were already nearly closed by the time it seemed like he was even thinking of leaning in.

Luna's lips were the kindle to that inner fire that had been at a lower simmer, now rising up-up into a mighty bonfire, her fleecy mouth puckering and even a bit over eager as instead of starting with a closed lip smooch her lips were open and waiting by the time he was searching for what would quench his hunger, like she were his feast eager to be had by him.

Not sure where to grab as his hand played with the supple formation of her thighs, worried she might reach for...things she shouldn't while in board daylight, instead her hands latched onto his wrists beside her face, needy and clingy, like he was a blanket and she had been left out in the cold for what felt like so -so- long.

She blinked with muzzy visage when the pulled away for the first time, she could feel their muggy dribble connecting them like a lifeline, her rosy cheeks almost having a faint glow as the desire rippled over her face.
Her smile was absolutely dopey as he gave a quick and brief answer, her silky finger rubbing along her rugged forearm, and then, that hand that was over her ip swooped down at her lap, and she shuddered and gasped as he so riskily pressed his digits down, the little V of her pelvis allowing the garment to protrude down and even with two bits of clothing separating, she could still feel the sparks.

She gulped and placed her hands on his chest, pushing him back and leaning back as well.

Quickly and nervously she glanced around, making sure they were alone, but also, obtaining a new idea idea.

It was parlous, but, she hadn't felt like this...well, possible -this-, ever.

"That...roomy bush over there," her face was looking towards a bit of shrubbery in the corner of the small wooded area, her intent clear in her panting vocal cords, "It seems like...it seems pretty inviting...nice and shady...I feel like...thats a good spot..maybe we should consider," Luna turned back towards him, her right hand falling to her own collar, and her index finger slipped beneath it, dipping into her own cushy line of cleavage, tugging it down, her green eyes were lit up with yearning and just a twinge of nervousness from doing something like this, but, she wanted this, she wanted to absolutely lose herself in him, and if that was going to be in the middle of the park, as long as it was with Desmond, then she foresaw bliss, "Moving this 'picnic' over there?"

She pulled the hem of her dress down so far over those grand tits of hers that the crest of her pretty blue lace bra was shown up to him, the impressive cage to these vast silk orbs revealed, the cloth having it's work cut out for it considering how mighty these dunes were.

She was actually feeling...just a little excited about trying to be sneaky with him.

Though, frankly, she was just excited by this herculean hunk in general.

 

[Marvin]

Passion had taken over Desmond. As much as the big man had fallen in love with Luna, he was similarly overtaken with lust. He nearly hadn't felt the meek resistance of her hands against his chest, almost ignored them entirely as he dared for more. But he came to his senses, stopping as she pulled back.

He felt a sudden pang of rejection. Thought she was about to rebuke him for moving too fast. It was an all too welcome surprise when she suggested they move to a more private outing.

She was pointing deeper into the park, a part that connected to a wall of trees. It wasn't a forest or anything like that, but a strip of nature that the city thought was worth to preserve. He had explored it himself before, curious as to how deep it went and why it wasn't cut down to expand the park a little. There was nothing there, really. The trees crowded the edges, it was hard to see inside or out. And then suddenly the dots connected as to why Luna pointed him to it.

Desmond grinned. He planted another kiss on her lips, just a peck this time. "Fuck, that's exciting. Let's go." He gathered everything into their proper containers, sealed the tote bag, rolled up the picnic blanket. He bundled them all his arms, starting off in the direction she suggested.

His pace was fast, practically speed walking with all that excitement coursing through his veins. Especially after she flashed him her bra. It made his mind run wild with all the things he wanted to do to her. Even his quick, bounding steps couldn't pull the blood from his raging erection, fully exposed through the confinement of his pants. Sneaky was very much not his forte. He was the bull one would see coming from miles away. And as he hustled off into the blocked off and hidden away clearing beyond the trees, it was hardly a secret to any surveying eyes what the two were setting off to do. But at this time of day? With hardly anyone around? It wasn't any of their business or place to interrupt a scene of depravity as sweet and wholesome as this.