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I looked at Emilia’s face. The mischievous look she usually had was almost gone—yet she was still looking straight into my eyes with desire.
"Edward, can I ask you sothing?" Emilia asked, her hand still resting on my pants.
It was unfair, having my weakest point in her hands while she asked sothing like that. I felt like a fly caught in a spider’s web, so the best thing I could do was nod.
"Are you a virgin?" she asked bluntly.
There was no malice or teasing in her tone. She looked at as if she genuinely wanted an honest answer.
"I barely talk to anyone in town, so do you think I’d manage to sleep with soone there?"
"I don’t know. Maybe you’re so sneaky that you could get into a married woman’s panties without —or her husband—noticing," she said. I could tell she was joking this ti, but she was still waiting for my response.
I sighed. "Do I look like soone who’d go after a married woman?"
"Yes."
"Then you should know I’ve never slept with anyone before—single or married," I said irritably, not realizing how ridiculous I sounded.
I expected her to make fun of for still being a virgin at eighteen, but her body froze when she heard my words.
And then she smiled.
"I see, so you’re a virgin too," she responded cheerfully.
"Are you a virgin?!" I asked, surprised.
Maybe I sounded too shocked, and, because of that, Emilia got a little offended. "What do you an by that, huh?"
"It’s just... so things you say don’t really make you sound inexperienced," I said to her with a sly smile.
"I was just teasing you. But listen well—I’m a pure girl," she said, with pride in her voice.
"If you’re so pure, I think we should stop here—"
"No way. I really wanted to help you, but now I’m quite irritated, so get ready," she said, annoyed.
And with that, Emilia abruptly pulled down my pants. Along with them went my underwear, and as she removed them, my erect cock sprang up into view, right in front of her eyes.
"So this is a penis," Emilia said, unable to take her eyes off it. "It’s bigger than I expected."
My childhood friend reached her hand toward my manhood. Now that she was seeing it up close, her cheeks flushed bright red.
"You’re really red," I said to her.
I must have annoyed Emilia again, because her hesitant hand was now firmly gripping my cock. I could hardly believe it—her delicate hands were holding my thick shaft.
"If I’m not mistaken, the won in town said that n like this," Emilia murmured to herself, her hands moving up and down repeatedly over .
I already knew my skin was soft. Her silly teasing usually involved physical contact, so I was used to it, even though nothing this erotic had ever happened between us. But having her palm rubbing my shaft, her caress driving toward orgasm, was sothing I couldn’t have imagined even in my wildest dreams.
"Judging by your face, I’d say you’re enjoying this a lot," Emilia said, a mischievous smile spreading across her lips. "You should be grateful to have such a beautiful woman giving you pleasure."
That girl—even in a mont like this—could still be so bold. But even so—
"Huh, huh?!" Emilia let out a muffled sound.
Without thinking, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. It was her fault—if she hadn’t awakened this fire in my chest, I wouldn’t have done it. She was a brat, but... I liked her.
I kissed her passionately, our tongues intertwining as I tasted the sweetness of her mouth. I felt her pressing against , only to be caught off guard when she suddenly pushed away with her hand.
"Hey, hey! Pause, pause!" Emilia said, flustered by my kiss.
"What’s the problem? Your hand is on my cock. Compared to that, a kiss is nothing," I told her.
"That’s true, but still," she said, embarrassed, "this was my first kiss, you know."
"Seriously?" I was dumbfounded.
"Yeah. I’ve been saving it all this ti. For soone." Emilia said, her eyes fixed on mine. "But unfortunately, the guy I like is really hard to get—even though I’m always by his side. Typical virgin behavior."
You don’t have to be a genius to understand she was talking about .
"Look who’s talking. You hadn’t even kissed anyone until just now," I replied.
Emilia’s hand, which had been resting on my manhood, started moving again. My breathing grew ragged, my heart pounding like a drum from the stimulation.
"I may have never kissed before, but don’t underestimate ," Emilia said to .
My childhood friend sped up her handjob, my precum already acting as a lubricant for her touch. The slick sound echoed in my ears.
Emilia was pressed against my body, her ample breasts against my abdon while her delicate hands excited more and more. Her face was close to mine, her black hair spreading its fragrance into my nose.
I thought I was going crazy, until the pressure in my body focused in my waist, and with a strong thrust, I finally spilled my essence all over the place.
"Aaah!" Emilia let out a surprised moan as my thick liquid gushed out like a fountain.
Except for her hand, which was completely stained with the white of my cum, none of her clothes or other parts of her body had been soiled.
"That’s a lot!" she said after her shock. "It’s really sticky. So this is what guys release when they co..."
My breathing was ragged after Emilia’s handjob, but my mind returned to normal after a few quick breaths. When I looked at her again, the girl spoke to .
"Edward, it’s my turn," Emilia said, removing her jumpsuit from her body. I stayed silent as she stripped off her intimate clothes, exposing her slit to .
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