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DALLY'S ARMS HELD IRIS'S BODY CLOSE
Their bodies were wrapped together like thread being tied into a knot. His muscles flex every time he squeezed her body as his mind contained his dreams of her and their affection. Even if Dally didn't want to admit it, he was broken glass laying on the side walk, and he was the pedestrian walking over it. He ignored his problems along with himself as a person.
He couldn't stand himself and how he was constantly harsh to everyone around him, even if he acted confident and cocky. But Iris.. made him feel different. His kind nature toward her made him believe that maybe he wasn't all bad— that the world, wasn't all bad.
Dally's eyes fluttered open, revealing Iris's ceiling covered in cracked paint, begging to be chipped off. He looked down slightly, Seeing the top of Iris's head that laid on his chest as his lips skimmed over loose strands of her hair. He soon found his hand on her head, stroking and brushing through her locks. He laid a soft kiss on the top of her head, his heart suddenly beating faster as he felt her slowly turn as her body began to wake up. She groaned softly against his skin, her hands making their way up to his collarbone, smoothing over his soft pale skin. Her lips, albeit somewhat chapped, felt fulfilling against him.
"Morning sleepy.." Dally whispered into her hair, laying another kiss on top of her head before she finally looked up at him with a smile. They both kissed one another passionately, their heartbeats syncing up in perfect unison.
Iris sat up, straddling Dally's waist as her hands rested against his chest. His fingers found their way to her hips, slightly lifting up her shirt higher and higher until it revealed the underside of her breasts. Even though her boob wasn't fully revealed, Dallas took the privilege of cupping it, his thumb rolling over her nipple as she through her head back in pleasure at the slight yet pleasurable sensation. She bit down on her lip, a muffled whimper escaping her lips. Her hips began to slightly grind on Dally's crotch, causing him to groan under his breath. His grin widened at the sight before him— Iris experiencing the pleasure that he was giving her, her state of bliss and utter ecstasy.
He could feel Iris's juices seeping into the fabric of his boxers, dampening his foreskin. He kept getting harder and harder by the second after every hip thrust, his grip on her growing tighter and tighter by the second.
Suddenly, the both of them jolted as they heard a loud knock at the front door. "Iris! Honey it's me!! Your aunt Jillian!" a sweet, raspy voice yelled out through the walls of the house. Iris's eyes widened before she quickly jumped off Dally's waist, scurrying to grab a pair of pants.
"Shit! Shit!" Iris whispered, shifting her pants up her legs before rushing out of her bedroom and to the front door. Dally looked. down at his waist to find a light stain of pre-cum on his boxers from both him and Iris. He groaned, throwing his head back before getting up and walking to the bathroom. As he made his way down the corridor to the bathroom, the door being right next to the doorway leading out to the front of the house, he heard muffled voices coming from the front door.
