Bee Sting

modified ovipositor

"Porter!" [Reader's name] yelled, tears trickle down her face quickly as she banged on the door. It took a while to realize someone had screamed his surname. Eugene quit tinkering with a dry-cell battery, getting his knife, and opened the door with caution. He was surprised, seeing her hand cupping her bare breast. Despite seeming to wear a shirt that showed cleavage, the other boob was still in place.

The man was staggered while trying to process what was happening while she slid in. They've been through many things before, which consists of showering together to preserve water, and that surprisingly isn't the most vulnerable situation they experienced n. It's weird to consider that neither one tried to romance the other.

Eugene turned to face the girl, then saw that she was seated on the couch. He joined [reader's name] . The girl hiccuped in-between crys, and a couple of shoulder rubs from Eugene made her catch her breath. "Hypothetically, if a bee stung me on my tit what would help?" She muttered, head down. That's an obvious indicator for being ashamed, but for what? Eugene fixed his lips to say something, but common sense hit him, that it's not hypothetical. His hazel eyes batted down to your chest to see if it was true. "I didn't mean to overlook your question-"

"Erh, it's okay. You're a visual learner, aren't you?" She said before wincing from pain. Eugene got in front of [reader's name] and kneeled down. He put his hand over hers and guided it down, trying to get a clear look without seeming to hasty. He saw the stinger and irritation it caused. It could've been right on the bullseye, in other words, her nipple. Other than that, they were.. nice looking, lovely if you will. Eugene felt blood rushing to his cheeks. He didn't think he knew that it'll visible. Thankfully, she was looking in another direction.

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Eugene had pulled the stinger out with tweezers and rubbed antibiotics over the flesh, effective but not longlasting. "It's aching again.." She wined, about to touch the bump. But he shot her hand down, motioning for her lay on the couch. He then climbed on top of her. Taking her whole top off to free her other boob, Eugene began to lay little kisses on her nape, collarbone, and then worked his way down to her bust. His lips lips were so, so soft, softer than she expected. Eugene caressed [reader's name] face, their forehead touching each other. His hand fondled her bossom, his thumb circled over her nipple.

[Reader's name] was successful with unbuttoning his shirt, her hands ruffled his black tresses, and his mullet became frizzy. As Eugene shoved it off of his arms, she pulled him into a sloppy french kiss. "Mmm," he slurred, barely having any time to make out a sentence. His hands latched onto her waist, pulling her leggings off. Eugene unbuckled his belt it dropping on the floor made more noise than assumed. [Reader's name] sat up, and Eugene propped her up against the armrest. "I'd like to take control, if you agree."

Eugene's always so formal. At least he doesn't beat around the bush. She shot him one needy look, and he knew she said yes to his proposal. She pulled his boxers down and watched his girth spring. She gave his cock about three pumps before precum was visible. He scoots towards her more. This time, practically hovering above the girl. He flipped her over gingerly and rubbed his dick on her butt. He teased before finally squeezing into her, letting out a eager moan. Eugene held her abdomen while ramming into her, in and out. She grabbed one of the couch pillows to groan and moan in. [Reader's name] began to quake, feeling overwhelmed in a good way. She's probably climaxing soon.

Eugene felt himself get pretty close, too. Would you favor me to ejaculate in you or out?"

"In!"

[Reader's name] came, a cream color fluid began to form a ring around his member and dripped down her inner thigh. She didn't shove the pillow in her face, just realse a high pitch moan of satisfaction. Despite just having an organism, Eugene filling her up with warm semen felt way better. His mouth hung open, trying to catch his breath.