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Walking Home (Decadence and Candira)

Surprised by how things were turning out, she gently moved her hand up and down his shaft. His hands on her breasts drew soft moans from her, something about the activity so exciting. And then he had her shirt off and she was left in lingerie that one might not have expected a tough gall like Faye to wear. It did wonders to frame what she already had and lift it up to the world. And it was pretty--something that was surely not thought of conventionally on her part.

She continued to look into his eyes, however, unable to look away. There was so much behind them it was hard to believe. She reached up with her free hand and brought his lips back down to hers. There was no reason the rest of this couldn't be done while he was kissing her.
 
Zack gasped, tightening his grip over her breasts as he felt her hands working his crankshaft. She was gentle on him, and surprisingly so, tending to him like the well-oiled machines they dismantled in the garage.

He barely even realized he had just removed her black tank top. He was so lost in ecstasy, he was content just standing there to take it from her. But there was more loving to do here. His hands then unbuttoned her shorts before unzipping them, revealing more of what she kept hidden from view, and it was so unexpectedly soft and delicate it made him wonder how she earned such a reputation in the first place. He let her green shorts shed away, diving down into her lips again, where he swam with her tongue with his.
 
She moaned softly into his kiss, his hands on her breasts making her want to feel those hands of his absolutely everywhere. Her red bra was hidden beneath his large hands, the delicate wisp of lace covered until he removed his hands.

She grinned at his stunned expression and the way he seemed to stop for a moment as she kept going. He was a soft touch for sure under it all after all. She grinned and let him take off her shorts, the fabric slipping down her legs as she slipped out of her shoes and socks as well. Her red lacy hipsters were revealed and she almost blushed, but she was far too into the situation to care.

Her lips crushed to his again and she happily wrestled his tongue for dominance.
 
Red. He never imagined she'd wear something red down there. Her lace glowed from her body like red rose petals. Zack never expected that color to emerge from her. She was always wearing dark colors, and she sometimes looked more like a tomboy than the lingerie model he was making out with now.

He now had to release his cock from his straining briefs. They were really tight on him, especially now that he was fully erect. The entire outline of him was pressed outward from the fabric for her to see and feel. His balls bulged from the bottom while the rest of his member seemed to grow out from the top, where she had been eager to stroke. Zack hooked his thumb down, sliding his underwear away. His third appendage, along with what hung below, spilled forth, enjoying the open air of the room, while allowing more for Faye to touch. He quickly undid his boots and pulled off his socks as well, treating this hospital room like a vacant hotel room.

Zack wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into him as he kissed her again. His hot member pressed against her belly, conducting most of the heat over to where it touched.
 
She closed her eyes and shivered as she felt him straining against his briefs. Once they were off, she took a small moment to appreciate the sight as he finished talking off his clothes. As he took her by the waist, Faye felt small and vulnerable for once, but she wasn't terribly worried. He may have wanted to tear her apart, but he'd wanted to tear her clothes off more. And any worries she may have had before were chased out of her head as his cock pressed against her belly and she kissed him again.

Moaning softly she put her arms around his neck and leaned into him, her warm body pressing against his. Her hands slid through his hair down to his neck and back, giving his butt a playful squeeze as she ground against him. God she wanted him. Him and that tightly controlled body of his.
 
Zack's hands traveled over from her waist and down towards her ass, where he felt the rough lace against his fingers. He had to restrain himself from tearing her underwear off, so he thought more about her warm, sculpted ass, bringing his hands to slide under her red hipsters so he could scoop them under those soft, bare cheeks. Then he slid down her lace panties as he lowered his hands down her, fingers pointing down.

After that, he brought his hands up her back, smoothing over the contours of toned muscle until he reached her bra. He unhooked them, letting her bra hang loose as they freed her breasts from the lace trappings.

He continued to wrestle with her tongue, becoming more familiar with her feel, as well as her movements. When she swirled to the left, he curled around the opposite side like an octopus's tentacle, trying to wrap himself around her, before slipping in their warm juices. Then he dabbled on the velvety surface, exploring more of what she was capable of. She tasted so sweet, her kiss made Zack think a lot about how much better his life could have been if he had chosen her over his ex. If the kiss alone made him feel this way, then shit, what was the sex gonna make him do?

His hands dove back down to her tight ass once again, slapping them before squeezing really hard. The veins in his arms thickened, and his muscles grew taut. He then savagely tried to lift her up, pulling back hard enough to leave red marks. Faye may have been small compared to him, but she sure wasn't delicate. He was going to test that theory right now.
 
Zacks's hands were surprisingly tender for how strong they were, but they were still rough with her in all the right ways. She grinned as he slipped them beneath her panties and then slipped them off of her. She shivered as he slid them down his hands. His hands made their way up her back and she felt herself press into him even more, loving it.

Then her bra was undone and his hands were starting to take it off. She played with his tongue as she shrugged her shoulders and let the lace fall off of her. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue, maneuvering it to match his.

His hands cupped her ass and gave her a little slap before squeezing her so tight it almost hurt. It only served to turn her on more. She only hoped no one would find them like this. She gasped as he lifted her and her body had no problem going along for the ride. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, her arms pushing up on his shoulders until she was up and then pulling him closer.

"Still think you can handle me?"
 
He lifted her up, feeling her legs hugging his waist. Then, taking a few steps, he pinned her against the corner beside the door, raising her high so her pussy was right under where his cock was.

"Let's find out," Zack replied. He lowered her onto his thick member, entering her as she slid in atop him. He felt himself reaming the folds within her. He was quite long, and the length wasn't for everyone, so he decided to go slowly, not going all the way up yet. He inched in, going a couple, and then nearing several, almost burying his entire shaft up into her. He gauged her, his breathing stubble pressed against her mouth. He listened for any pain or cry from her before letting loose.
 
Faye gasped as he moved her to the corner, the risk of their being caught increasing as he lifted her even higher. His words only served to turn her on even more. "God, yes," She murmured, pulling him to her. She kissed him as he lowered her onto his enormous cock. It was definitely a stretch for her, but she was good and wet from his teasing and the entire situation.

As she took him in, she could feel how tight she was for him, how much she squeezed him. There was so much of him! He was easily the biggest man she'd ever had inside of her. Her toes curled as he drove more and more into her, stretching her to a point that made her glad she was so flexible. "Zack," She groaned, her lips pressed against his skin.

When all of him was inside of her she nibbled at his lower lip and pulled on it gently with her teeth. "Mmm, fuck. You really can handle me. But do me a favor and start slow? I'm not used to it yet," she whispered, her voice a bit softer than before, but laced with lust and pleasure.
 
As he began to move his hips, her head was below his, and he could feel her hot breath fogging wherever she spoke. He could only utter a soft grunt. She felt amazing. It was like everything he loathed and loved about her was all squirming and tightening around his cock. He immediately lost himself in the moment and began to pump her against the corner, allowing her back to slide up against the inward angles of the walls while his arms supported her off the ground.

He exhaled from behind clenched teeth, eyes closed. He found her lips, feeling her words escape from them. They only seemed to feed the burning desire. "I told you I'd make you hurt," he said, eyes still closed. His hips began to move faster, rubbing up her. He then sealed her mouth with a kiss, keeping her moans in check while he bounced her atop his hips, savagely ramming his cock up her.
 
She squirmed a little letting him enjoy the way she squeezed him. For a long moment, she felt him stretching her. Faye enjoyed the way he held her, even the way she moved against the wall. He had, indeed, told her that she was going to hurt, and at first she did. But it got to be so much better as he went on, and she moaned into his lips as he kissed her. Her legs locked around him and she kissed him deeply.

As he rammed into her, everything around them melted away and she felt amazing, though she knew she was going to be sore. Even the wall against her back felt fantastic. She began to feel herself start to melt for him. He could definitely handle her. And as far as she was concerned, he could do it whenever he wanted and as often as he liked.
 
What should have been loud and ferocious was quiet, subdued, and even in many ways, suppressed. Zack could only hear breathing, and soft moans which were as loud as a whisper. Hearing it come out of Faye, while he fucked her up against the wall, nearly drove him insane, and the only way he could stifle such insanity was to fuck her even more.

His hips began to slap against the bottom of her thighs, uttering a faint clap. His hands clawed into the meat of her ass. Seat glistened from his tight arms. Zack was vigorous inside her, ravaging her pussy with all the anger and desire he felt for the smaller woman. At one end, he wanted to tear her in two, while on the other end, he wanted to caress her, denouncing the denial of all those pent up feelings for her. But right now, he just simply wanted her. Her tight buttocks thick in his hands, her fresh thighs clamped around his waist, her mouth suckling his lips, and the juicy folds of her cunt squeezing the life out of his veiny cock. He gasped, breathing hard onto her. He didn't want to stop. He didn't want this moment to end, and he surely didn't want anybody to walk in on them either.
 
She moaned a little louder into his lips as her pleasure increased, though it was so soft, she almost doubted she'd done it in the first place. She used her powerful legs to help him slam into her. He was absolutely amazing in a way that was both violent and passionate. Faye could feel his fingers digging into her ass, and she loved it. Using her arms she held herself up a little more, her body slowly adopting a thin coat of sweat all over that beautifully tanned skin of hers.

She didn't went him to stop. Zack had been a secret fantasy of hers for so long that she'd begun to deny feelings for him based on self defense. But now that he'd given into her, at least this once, she could relax for the time being and let herself feel. The moment was all that mattered, and keeping that moment going was important. Even as he started to slap against her, she kissed him back, moving her hips with him.
 
He felt her moans in his mouth, which were sweet vibrations and a faint cry all in itself. It brought him closer towards climax, which arrived in a rising tide, its timing a little too soon. He grunted, thrusting, yet feeling the threat of that erupting flow. He still had some more time left, still some more...

Zack groaned, panting in between kisses. His tongue danced around hers, frantically darting to and fro while his hips crashed against her. He felt her breasts bounce into his sweaty chest; her nipples lashing and whipping about. It felt so good. He had to move fast, since they didn't have much time alone here before someone came barging in. He was vulnerable now, soon he was going to feel even more vulnerable...

Then, he felt it coming. The pulsing throb in his cock, like a warping fire hose. His lips broke away from hers as he grit his teeth to brace himself. The cords in his neck flexed, and he began to strain from the impending climax. He gasped, feeling his cock explode inside her, a repeating shotgun blast of his load spurting all up her, scalding hot. Everything he felt about her in that moment being splashed and slipped about, lubricating his member as its rapid slipping began to subside--but just a little.

Zack began to soften, feeling some of his thick cum drip and sluice from her pussy while he continued his rhythmic thrusting.
 
Faye could feel him getting ready to explode inside of her. At the moment, she didn't much care about their unprotected sex, nor did she care about the fact that someone would probably interrupt them soon. At this particular moment, she only cared about the fact that he was giving her the fucking of a life time, and she was going to join him soon.

She moaned softly and gasped as he climaxed, filling her already stuffed pussy with his seed. She closed her eyes and arched her back, surprised to see that he'd barely slowed down. The feeling of him inside of her like that made her want him more, already closer to having an orgasm of her own.

He was slowing down a bit and the feeling of her dripping with his essence, she moaned and arched her back, finally hitting her climax and cumming hard for him. "Fuck!" she gasped, the sound barely above a whisper. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she came down, hardly able to take him anymore. "Zack," she gasped, panting heavily.
 
He growled, feeling his ferocity ebbing down. Everything suddenly felt calm, and while the need and want were lessened, his mind was clearer and more free of distraction. His kisses became gentler, while he replaced his thrusts with a more caressing row, easing her from the violent rapids they were in before.

He still wanted her. That was the test. After you came, you generally knew the truth, and it was clear to him now that Faye was who he wanted. "Faye," he whispered. The way he said her name was such a gross contrast to his crass nature from before, but it was excusable because it was the truth, and that was all that mattered. His lips rolled down her cheek towards her ear, where he nibbled on her earlobes. "We should do this again."
 
She was a little relieved to feel him slow down a little, becoming far more gentle than she'd thought him capable to be. She didn't feel quite the same heat from before, but now it was more of a slow, blooming warmth, one that was quickly growing on her. Her grip on him loosened a bit as she came down, though she was still trembling a bit.

Faye panted softly, trying to catch her breath. She was very satisfied, but her heart sank a bit when she thought that this might have cost her any sort of future involvement with him. And then he said her name in a way she'd never heard him say it before. It made her heart stop. His lips made their way down her cheek to her earlobe and she shivered, arching a little bit and tilting her head again for him.

"We should do this again."

The small lady shivered and smiled to herself for a moment, letting it sink in. Finally, she squeezed his shoulders and pressed her lips against his shoulder. "Mmm, yes, we should."
 
When Keith opened his eyes, it was already dark outside. The room was also dark, with the lights off, and when his eyes began to adjust, everything he saw was cast in a murky dark blue. Across from him was a padded chair for visitors; it stood there in front of the wall by itself, as though it were a visitor itself, waiting for him. A TV hooked to a wall mount hung from the corner, off, and silent like everything else in the room.

Everything, except for the warm breathing beside him. Keith looked down at Sophie, as she lay snuggled against him, peacefully asleep. She felt so warm against him. He stroked her hair, watching her breathe, her chest rising slowly. Keith pressed his lips to her forehead, kissing her, while straightening out another red curl. He couldn't believe he slept this long, and he was even more amazed that she remained asleep with him as well. Maybe she went out to get something to eat while he was dozing off, and then decided upon another nap. Which then made him think about food...

He felt hungry, but when he looked around, there was no food in sight. Keith sighed to himself, resting his head against Sophie's. His arm was around her back, while her arm lay over him. He could feel her breasts bundled against him, which suddenly made him think of food again, for some reason. His heart began to race as he thought about her warm chest, bursting with milk like before, and that was when he felt an erection coming. He tried to roll over to her side, but the pain made him wince. He decided to remain on his back, twirling her hair in his finger as he kept his eyes fixed on her.

Feeling quite adventurous, he reached over her with his good hand, and laid it over one of her breasts, groping that large part of her, then gently squeezing. His hand was lost in her size, massaging it with slow, circular motions. He felt like using one hand was simply not enough. His breathing began to pick up while he could feel his cock forming from under his pants. His face was right over hers, and he gave her another kiss, this time over her closed eye, leaving a wet mark to dry.
 
Sophie didn't quite wake when he did, but she did feel warm and safe. And suddenly, her breasts began to feel more pleasure than before. She woke when she felt his lips above her eye. Her grey eyes took in the room and remembered that she was in the hospital. It was dark already? Surprised she looked up to see Keith and smiled softly. "Hey," she said with a little smile. She yawned a little and gave him a little hug before propping herself up on her elbow. "Are you feeling okay?" she asked, running her fingers through his hair tenderly.

She had dreamt about nothing, and now that she was awake found it difficult to believe that no one had come to visit them. "Can I do anything for you?" she asked, tilting that pretty red head of hers.
 
He expected her to wake up. In fact, he wanted her to wake up. There was no way he would have expected her to sleep through all of that. Keith wasn't into the whole, doing-girls-while-asleep vocation, so he was glad she was awake. "Good evening," he said, smiling. His hand was still on her boob, and he continued to fondle her, pretending as though nothing was going on. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed the top of her dress being shifted from his continuous massage therapy.

"I've felt worse," he replied to her first question, blinking from the feel of her warm fingers. He then paused after her second question, looking down at her chest, biting his lip. "I'm sorry to ask, Sophie, but right now, I just want to taste your milk again." It may have been too dark to notice, but he felt embarrassed asking; his cheeks flushed red as he continued to nibble on his lip.
 
Sophie moaned softly as she felt his hand on her breast. She smiled at the cheeky way he just kept doing it, pretending it was normal. Shooting him a little look, she accepted it. Mostly because he deserved some kind of comfort for what he'd done for her today.

Frowning, his first answer made her worry for a number of reasons. She wanted desperately to make him feel better. And then came his second request. She blushed deeply and felt her heart speed up a little. Despite her embarrassment, she couldn't just ignore his request. "Well, you did sort of launch yourself into a bat for me," she said sitting up a little. "But you have to be careful. We wouldn't want someone to walk in and see us."

That said, she let the straps of her sundress fall down and moved her bra as well so that her breasts were uncovered and ready for him to suck on again. "Be gentle, okay?" She blushed again and looked up at him, seeing how his face was starting to swell just a little bit. She would have to ask a nurse to help with that shortly.
 
He could feel his heart throbbing in his chest when she accepted his request. He moved his hands away so she could expose herself to him again. Even though it was dark, it wasn't pitch dark, and he could make out quite a bit of her, even though she was mostly a silhouette. He sank lower in the bed, sliding his head down so it was level with her breast. The pain seemed to flash at him from all sides, but it was a small price to pay in order to taste her again. He felt like he could crawl through a bed of needles stoked in coals for this chance. Somehow, it seemed like it was more than just the taste of her milk, but something much larger than that, kind of like how vampires were totally obsessed with blood.

"I'll be careful," he whispered, mouth right in front of her nipple. He licked his lips, parted his mouth just wide enough to encompass her teat, and wrapped his lips around her. Her nipple grew wet, becoming slippery against his tongue and lips. He then sucked, gingerly adding pressure while his other hand reached over and stroked her hair.
 
Sophie moaned softly as he took her into his mouth, slowly starting to suck on her. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting him do as he pleased. Gently, she put her arms around him and made sure that he was in as little pain as possible as he sucked her. Sophie smiled down at him and ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying him there.

Slowly, but surely, milk began to flow for him and she blushed as she felt it flow into his mouth. Her body tingled in response and she did her best to hold back her sounds of pleasure. It was making her kind of hot and bothered. She made sure he was comfortable and just took a moment to get lost in the pleasure.
 
It didn't take too long, but soon, he could already taste that familiar sweetness seeping from the tip of her nipple. He couldn't help himself. Keith pressed his face harder against her breast, flattening it until it seemed to create an indentation that could accompany his entire face. He sucked intensely, drawing mouthfuls of her, swallowing the hot milk down in large gulps.

He moved his legs around, allowing room for his stiffening erection to settle without it getting bent out of shape. He moaned into her mountainous tit, giving it a nice little vibration amidst the hungry sucking. His leg brushed against hers.

He didn't realize it in the heat of the moment, but the pain in his head was beginning to subside. The swelling from his bruises began to flatten away, slowly. Keith responded to this enhancement of his condition by becoming extra aroused. He managed to flip his body to the side, since he was noticeably feeling less pain than before, yet he had chalked that up to him simply being turned on. He parted from her nipple, gasping before looking at her other breast. Her pale skin glowed from the darkness like a hazy image of a ghost. To Keith, it looked beautiful. Her breasts were beautiful. He dove into her other breast, moving his broken arm...which didn't seem to feel so broken anymore.
 
So much for being gentle with her, she thought as he practically made a mold of his face. It almost hurt. She moaned softly and tried to keep it in check, suddenly quite aware that anyone could walk in on them, and probably had been all day. Mostly, though, she was worried about Keith and whether or not he was comfortable.

Sophie shivered and felt him shift a little, feeling and hearing him moan into her as he drank. It made her shiver, wondering what was happening with him. She might have been beautiful in the moonlight, but she wasn't sure that was the reason he was suddenly so mobile. And then she felt his broken arm move. Gently, she placed her hands on his shoulders and gave him a little squeeze. "Keith," she said softly. "You shouldn't use your arm like that..." Nor should he be able to without a large amount of pain. What was going on?
 
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