Shoot for the stars. Flirt back.
From Create Your Own Story
"You know what," you say quietly, thinking on the matter. "Fuck it. Why not? We're locked up tight and we're safe for now."
"What do you mean?" she says, confused. You shake your head.
"Nothing, just reassuring myself that it's okay to tell you how fucking hot you are."
"Wow," she says, followed by laughter. "Really driving it home there, aren't you?"
"Yes," you say. "Because you don't get many chances like this one. So, fuck it. Why not?"
She nods slowly, her laughter becoming a coy smile. "You're right. Fuck it. Why not?"
And with that, she stands, and begins to undress. "I want you to eat me out first. I want to feel your tongue slide in and out of me."
You take a moment to consider your options. Door is locked. Boyfriend is probably dead in the hall, as fucked up as that is. Beautiful woman on your couch, drunk and horny and willing to have sex with you. World possibly ending outside. Or more likely, just a bad night is all.
While you consider, she quickly peels off her pants as you watch. She wears nothing beneath them, and her quim is completely bare. She rises up on her knees atop the couch, pulls down the cups of her bra until her breasts are free, and drapes her arms across the back of the couch. Her nipples are a soft red, juxtaposed by the pale flesh of the orbs surrounding them, and she giggles as you stare.
"Fuck it," you say quietly, rising up and peeling off your own shirt.
"Mmmmmmm," she cooes. "Good. I need you to fuck me," she says softly, turning her eyes away and half-closing them. "Eat me then fuck me."
