His Virgin Stripper( Under Revision)

09- Warning

WARNINGGG!!!! MATURED CONTENT AHEAD.

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"Ohh fuck fuck" I moaned as he entered in and out of me.

"Damn, princess you're still tight even after last night" he pushed me against the wall. His hands gripping firmly but gently at my waist, maintaining a steady rhythm that perfectly balances pleasure and control.

"You know... for someone with such a sweet princess mouth, you sure know how to moan like a filthy whore" he whispers against my ear, his voice husky with desire.

"Ohh my, please Elijah" hindi ko na alam kung paano kami nakarating sa ganitong posisyon. We were outside at a private space talking then suddenly he was taking me full.

So this is what it feels like. I was so full, and he was so long.

His hips thrusting harder, deeper, as if to punish me for my lack of a title "Please what, princess? Use your words. I want to hear just how much you need this" he commands, his thumb circling my clit in slow, teasing circles.

"D-don't stop" I said as my maxidress lifted higher now on my waist.

A satisfied hum escapes him, his thrusts becoming more intense, more possessive "That's my good girl. Look at you, taking my cock so perfectly in that pretty pink dress" his hands slide down my sides, bunching up the fabric higher.

I was at my peak. And now released. He was about to do it once again but a voice stopped him.

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. That voice was my mom's voice. It echoed through the woods, sharp and clear.

"Celestine, honey?" she called again, her tone sweet but carrying an edge I couldn't ignore.

I quickly pulled away from Elijah, my body trembling with a mix of fear and frustration. This couldn't be happening, not now. I quickly adjusted my dress, hoping my mom wouldn't notice how messed up everything was.

Elijah froze too, his eyes widening in surprise. He clearly didn't expect to be interrupted like this. My heart hammered in my chest as I turned toward the door, trying to mask my panic.

There she was, standing at the entrance of the house, her eyes scanning the scene. She looked at me first, then glanced at Elijah, and then back to me again, her gaze sharp.

"What are you two doing here?" she asked, her voice calm, too calm.

The silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity.

Elijah glanced at me, his expression was unreadable, before looking back at my mom. "We were just—uh, talking," he said, his voice wrapped with uncertainty.

My mom's eyes flickered between us, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Talking, huh? Well, Celestine, I'm sure you have more important things to do than—this," she added, her eyes narrowing as she said the last part. It was a warning, but one I wasn't sure how to read.

I swallowed hard, trying to force down the panic rising in my throat. How the hell was I going to get out of this? How was I supposed to explain this to her?

Before I could say anything, she stepped inside the room fully, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. "Elijah, it's good to see you," she said, a smile plastered on her face, though it didn't reach her eyes. "You're always so busy with work, but it's nice of you to drop by."

Elijah just nodded awkwardly, his eyes darting between my mom and me. "Yeah, it's... good to see you too."