Christena adjusted her flashlight, the haunted trail's fake fog swirling around her boots as she checked the last prop before her shift ended. The woods felt alive tonight, shadows teasing her resolve. Curtis emerged from the trees, that familiar smirk cutting through the dark. "Well, if it isn't the queen of self-control," he drawled, leaning against a gnarled oak. "Lotus said you'd be here, all virtuous and alone. Still clinging to that marriage myth?"
Christena crossed her arms, eyes sharp. "Save the sales pitch, Curtis. I'm not some side quest for you and Lotus to unlock. She might be your favorite plaything, but I've got standards. What we talked about? It's tempting, sure, but I'm not dropping my panties for a quick thrill."
He stepped closer, voice low and edged with wit. "Standards? Cute. Lotus and I have been burning up sheets for months, and she thinks you'd fit perfectly between us. No submission required—just that sharp tongue of yours on my cock while I make your virgin pussy drip. You masturbate thinking about it, don't you? Admit it turns you on."
Her pulse quickened despite herself; heat pooled low as his words hit. "Horny doesn't mean reckless. You tried the closet stunt at school—failed then, failing now. But fine, let's hear the plan. What exactly do you want?"
Curtis grinned, pulling her into a secluded clearing. "Suck my dick until I can't think straight, finger that tight pussy, lick you till you come screaming. Lotus wants details tomorrow." His hand grazed her ass, and she didn't pull away. Christena shoved him back playfully but firmly, then dropped to her knees with a defiant spark. "You think you're in charge? Watch this." She freed his hard cock, already throbbing, and took him in her mouth for a slow, teasing blowjob. He groaned, sweating as she worked him deeper.
Panting, Curtis yanked her up, fingers sliding under her skirt to find her pussy wet and dripping. "Fuck, Christena—you're soaked." She ground against his hand, strong and unyielding. "Make it good, or I walk." He licked her neck, pushing two fingers inside as she moaned, the woods echoing their building frenzy. Her ass pressed back, horny tension snapping toward explosion as his tongue trailed lower, promising more.
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