Florbus

"F-fuck!" He cried out. He balls happily pumped his cum out of his cock, right down her throat. The hand still on the side of her head tightened, along with the rest of his body as he came. His legs, abdomen and chest all flexed as he climaxed hard. After he shot his load, he relaxed and leaned up against the wall. "Holy fuck, that was good. Thank you." He said, looking skyward. "But I think I owe you now," he continued, licking his lips.

He was moaning now with reckless abandon. His hips began to thrust on their own, and the boiling in his balls was reaching a flashpoint. He knew he was close. "Tsubaki, I'm gonna cum!" He strained out in a hurry. He moved his hands both down to the sides of her head, and started to thrust into her mouth at a moderate speed. His balls lightly tapped against her chin. Erotic sounds filled the room as he had his way with her.

The agonizing slowness with which she sucked him off was incredible. He could feel the exact details of her mouth as his cock moves inside. He moaned out loud when he felt the rings of muscle in her throat wrap around his cock, trying to coax the cum from his balls. He looked down at her, and saw the devilish look in her eyes, and the smile her mouth was trying to make around his cock.

His knees were quaking as she teased him. Something about the soft, little bites she laid around his cock were really erotic. He was panting as she licked up the length of his rod, and he moaned out loud when she took it in her mouth. "Oh, Tsubaki," he moaned. He put his hand on the back of her head. He didn't force her, but instead let her set her own pace.

He let out a sigh of relief. "It has made me strike out a lot ever since I got it, my hopes weren't high," he said with a soft smile. He moaned lightly as she kissed the scar, the feeling odd to him. The site of her on her knees in front of him was hot. He saw her hesitation. "Go ahead, it won't bite," he said, confidence returning.

He sighed. "Sure," he said, thinking she was asking him to leave after pointing at the door. In his drunken haze, though, he didn't realize she wasn't pointing at her front door. He followed her, a bit melancholy.

He jumped when he felt her teeth on his neck, something in his nature getting scared. His breathing got heavy, with an occasional light moan being taken from his lips. He was distracted by this, and didn't realize she was unbuttoning his shirt. That was when he really got scared. He pushed her backing, getting to a distance that he could see her face from. Under his shirt, there was a huge scar across his whole torso. He looked away, blushing. He was embarrassed of the scar, and hadn't shown it to anyone. "I'm sorry if this ruins it for you," he said bashfully.

"If this was your plan, it's working really, really well," he said, his voice husky with lust. "Well, if you insist," he said, squeezing her ass with both hands. "You can use your hands as well, if you'd like." He leaned back and examined the hot woman on his lap. He hadn't noticed, but her breasts were pretty big, just like the ass he had his hands on. "I think we are gonna end up being great neighbors."

"Oh no, you've made no mistake. I think my body is betraying that, however," he whispered breathily into her ear. The hand on her thigh started becoming a bit more brave, moving around to her ass to squeeze it. "You made it kinda hard to focus during dinner, your sexy self right in front of me."

Tom watched, somewhat confused as she stood up. Then she walked over and sat on his lap. "I said that as a joke, but now that we're here..." He said. "Oh, that's your line? Come get it out of my mouth," he continued, teasing her. Then her lips were on his. The kiss started out almost nervously, but then the floodgates of passion were opened. One hand was on her thigh, and the other was on the side of her face. Their tongues began dancing, and he found himself hardening in his pants.

"Yeah, absolutely! I've loved all that stuff my whole life," he said, a happiness about him. He looked around her apartment, looking at the books she had. He turned back to her when asked of the cake. "Oh no, I'm all set. You fed me well tonight, thank you. I haven't had a home cooked meal in a very long time," he said. He listened to her proposal, and had probably had a bit too much to drink by then and had loose lips. "Well jeez, why don't you just kiss me already?" He said, voice laden with companionable sarcasm.

Tom's eyebrows shot up at her moan. 'Id love to hear that again,' he thought to himself. "Yeah, I'd love for you to show me that shop. This is really good!" He commented after a few bites. He contemplated her questions. "Well, I grew up pretty far away from here. Pretty standard upbringing with nothing special. I like going out into the woods and stuff, I enjoy reading historical memoirs, and just stuff along those lines. Also, I'd enjoy learning more about this town. How long have you been around here?"

"Oh, I'd love some cake," he said. He couldn't help but look at her body as she reached into a cabinet. He snapped back to reality when she asked him her question. "Oh, just some simple office work. Luckily I managed to talk my way into a management position. I got really good under pressure while in the military," he said. He thought for a moment about some of the fights he had been in and shivered, before returning to his previous demeanor.

His smile grew wider. "I'll drink to that," he said, taking a sip of wine. Tom took his dish and sat across the small table from her. "Well, I just got out of the service. Went job searching and found something good in the city. Then I looked for housing, and found this nice place. What about you, what's your story?"

Tom smiled at her and followed behind as he walked with her. 'She's kinda cute,' he thought to himself. When he heard the menu, his mouth started watering. "Oh wow, that sounds great! Thanks again for doing this." He stood near her, leaning against the counter. He looked up when she suggested a toast. "Of course, would you like to go first?"

"Oh, I'm, no, I haven't had dinner yet. I was planning on getting some takeout. But if you're offering, if love to have dinner with you. And again, it's no trouble, I assure you," he said, a bouncy happiness coming to his voice. He thought to himself, 'I haven't had a good home cooked meal in ages, let alone from a beautiful woman like Tsubaki. This should be a nice change of pace.'

"Oh, please. Don't worry about it," he said. He looked over at his computer, which was now inexplicably turned off. "I guess there must've been some power issues," he continued. He watched her brush the hair behind her ears, and for some reason he really liked what he saw.

"No, no, it's okay. Just some wounds that will need time to heal," he said with a smile. He gasped, saying," Oh, where are my manners! My name is Tom. And you are..?" He asked, trailing off. There was a light in his eyes, but there seemed to be dark things hidden behind them.

He froze for a moment. He coughed, clearing his throat. He looked up at her with a small smile. "I-uh, yeah, I was. Just got home from my last deployment ever," he said. He got lost in his thoughts for a moment, before he snapped back to reality as he found the bandages. He sat down next to her, opening a bandage and handing it to her.

"Yeah, absolutely, come on over," he said. He walked in his new apartment. "I've just moved in, so please excuse the mess," he said, getting some bandages. "Can I get you anything to drink?" He asked as he dug through a box. Some of his hair dropped down in front of his face, giving him a moderately rugged look.

Tom was leaning against the railing still, taking a drag of his cigarette. He heard a knock off to his side and looked over. He saw a woman standing there, some blood dripping down her arm. "Oh, shit," he whispered. He walked over to her. "Hey, are you alright? Looks like you cut yourself pretty bad," he said, a slightly concerned look on his face.

He watched Peach as she slowly got down in front of him. When she took the zipper in her mouth, he loved what he saw. His cock got as hard as it could and got a little painful in his pants until she released it. It flopped out, landing on her face. "Yeah, just like that," he said, his breathing getting a bit heavy. All he was thinking about was how her experienced mouth would feel wrapped around his length. @Lollipop

Sean pulled back from the kiss, a smile on his face. "Well, how about you get on your knees," he said. The size of his cock could be seen as it was printing on the front of his pants. "Why don't you take it out and see what you're gonna be working with?" He asked. His hands continued to knead her ass as he waited for her response. @Lollipop

Her soft lips finally meet his. He gives a small groan into the kiss. One of his hands slides down the curve of her ass, coming to cup it at the bottom. This hand begins to massage her ass as his other one moves to touch her face. His erection is evident and pressed against her. @Lollipop

Tom pulled his truck into the parking lot of the apartment complex. "Home, sweet, fuckin home," he muttered. His time as a soldier had made expletives a critical part of his vocabulary. He got out of his truck and walked up some stairs to his moderately furnished room. He had a dresser, bed, couch, and a few end tables kicking around. He opened the door and left it propped, making trips back and forth to get his belongings. The first thing he did was set up his computer. Everything he would need to work was on it. He moved on to putting his clothes away. He went and opened a window on the opposite side of the apartment from the door to get a nice airflow to circulate some freshness in the room. He turned to his computer and set some music to play while he put up his various trinkets from war time. He had a jar of dirt from each country he had been to, and set those up on a shelf. He put the folded American flag of his old best friend right next to those. He continued with his trinkets for awhile longer, before stepping to the railing of the hall outside for a smoke.