Naughty, or Nice?

Andy was lost. Abandoned. Forever forgotten to very doubt he had about this. Her. Her job. Her body. Risks. Feelings. Misinterpretations. Joys. Haunts. Consequences. All became dust in the wind as he started to start falling deeper into her embrace, her being. He wasn't able to even feel whatever those things were.

He moaned when suddenly he realized his mouth had been taken over. Hsi chest was being taken. His mind was long gone, and the body had such a lower endurance than the mind. He felt hismelf falling against the wall, attacked, destoryed, torn open.

He stared to slowly allow the kisses, for he didn't ever want it to end. She had created a pulsing need in his body. A violent one. a raging one. she was starting to quell it. He couldn't let her stop. He wasn't going to.

He slowly allowed her to take his shirt off, revealing tiny abs and a slightly pecked chest. Not much, but he'd simply worked out many a time. He stared at the way that she moved. IT reminded him of the stage. Only more sexy.Up close. No strings attached.

"Oh Camille!" He gasped when his neck got kissed. IT was a lot to take in. A lot to handle. So much pleasure.
 
Camille smirked against his neck when Andy called out her name. Her tongue trailed up to his jaw as she left soft kisses along his jaw.

Camille's hands steadily moved higher and higher until her fingers traced over his slightly defined chest. Her mouth continued to work over Andy's neck, lips briefly connecting in a messy clash of lips and tongue.

Soon the shirt became too much of a barrier and was flung off in an unknown corner. Camille smiled to herself and immediately went to work.

Her mouth made patterns over his chest and abdomen. Her tongue traced designs as her hands massaged his skin.

She felt hot and needy. Camille needed him and nothing would get in the way.

Sitting back up, Camille kissed Andy, tongue darting into his mouth without permission. It took over and danced with his own before she slowly pulled away.

Her breath came out in soft pants as she gazed at him hungrily, with a hint of love.
 
Andy was being attacked. His last defense was destroyed. His body was shaking. Unable to fight her. Not wanting to repel her. Wanting her. Needing her to take his body and love it. Wanting her to become his, but for him to become bonded to her permanetly.

Her tongue was another story. IT swirled his body and spread a trail of heat. A long web of lines of burning plearueing was spread over his chest and abdomen. It made his very eyes want to cross.

Every kiss she stole from his mouth was a heavneful delight he never would forget. He could always imagine what it was that he was going to get. Not this time. This was new.

"Caammmillle..." He moaned out after she started licking over one of his nipples. Taht spot sent a stab of pleasure, rather than a melting form of it.


He shook his legs and body like he was goign to fall down. IT was so much she had eroded his defenses.

"I...need....you...." He whispered, arms trying ot hold her but always slipping off her back.
 
Camille smirked an pressed her lips against his. Him saying her name like that was probably one of the most seductive, sexy sounds she ha ever heard in her life.

She was still straddling his waist on his chair. Camille reached between them. A second later, Andy's pants were unbuttoned and shoved down to his knees.

"Andy~..." Camille cooed softy as her fingers danced over his shaft. "How bad do you need it?~" Camille teased and her finger drifted up and down his shaft. A smirk wormed it's way on to her features as she gazed at his dazed, pleasured expression.
 
Andy was expeting her to kiss him. To uddle him. To lick him until he begged her to stop. To be abused like he was some slut that should be disposed of. Something he needed.

He never expected her to touch his shaft. Pull don his pants ot shoved down and attacked.

Now Andy really did fall to the floor, leaning on the wall as she was pulled down with him. His mouth hung open in dazed pleasure.

"Camile....oh...I...need it...or else...I'll never make it to tomorrow..." He whispered. God he loved it. Loved her. Loved all of it.
 
Camille giggled softy at his reaction. "Oh well we can't have that now can we~?" She cooed.

Her tongue traced over the shell of his ear, her hand gripping his member in her hand. Camille pumped him at an agonizingly slow pace.

Something in her wanted to push him to his limits. Wanted to see him writhing and begging for release, completely lost to everything. It knawed at her, Camille needed to see it.

We tongue moved over his neck, licking, sucking, and biting to elicit more sounds from him. Her hand set on a steady slow pace.
 
L-Lil' Deil... He recalled her nickname, the very name she went by when she was preforming. Even offstage, she held up to the title very well. She was building him up. Making him slowly need to release. Yet she was also only building it up slowly. Agonizingly slow. She was a little devil compared to his innocence.

Andy did exactly what she wanted: he begged and pleaded, "Camille...please....no please...faster...please..." He opened his mouth after that, but was incapable of speech. She'd stolen his ability to eevn talk to her. Only groans and moans were able to be drawn from him. Moans that sounded feral.

He almost wanted to force her to move faster. Her body was so agonizingly close. Lovely. Up close. Amazing. He'd only seen her through flashing lights once. Now, up next to it, it only drove his body up higher. To new, unknown heights.

"Please..." He began shaking, wanting to move his hips faster, unable to deal with it. Her body weight was on him. He gsaped harder, "f-f-faster....please...." A tear rolled down his cheek. The pleasure was just so much. So much. He wanted to much more. Needed it. Desired it.

Needed it.
 
"Hmmm...." Camille sighed against Andy's neck. Her hand pulled away only to glide over his chest.

Camille sat up and tossed his pants off to the side. Kneeling before Andy, herself still fully clothed, she smiled at her handiwork. He was a muddled mess already and it was just the beginning.

The very sight was so intoxicating that Camille had to remind herself to go slow. Yes, slow. That was what she needed to do. They could work their way up to fast but tonight, tonight would special.

"Just a little longer~" Camille sighed as she ran a tan hand through his cropped hair. She hummed quietly once again before pressing her lips to Andy's in a lingering, light kiss.

She repeated the soft kisses a few times before the moved to his neck. Kisses turned into licks and nips. These trailed down his chest and abdomen.

Camille parted Andy's thighs and let her tongue trail over the sensitive skin. Little red marks were left where her teeth grazed over his flesh in erotic love bites.

Camille smiled up at Andy. Her eyes twinkled with mischief. Her fingertips ran, light as a feather, over Andy's shaft. "Should I really make you wait~?" Camille teased.
 
Andy wanted to trust her. Give it his all. Tell her that he wanted more. He wanted to tell it to her but he couldn't even figure it out. She was muddying his brain. Making it addicted to pleasure. Only crave pleasure. Only think of it.

He opened his lips to make words, try and communicate. Act. Feel. Only grunts, moans, animal noises came out. Those of animals in pleasure. Not even human. Not even a person.

He fought to stay awake, alive, himself. EAch little bit, kiss, prick was too much. Everything beat the ruins of his defenses to ash. Each little bit.

"N-no please..." He managed ot form. Communicate to her. Tell her, "I-I can't t-take it!"

Feral. That was waht she was making him. Feral. A restrained feral animal.

He let her take his body apart. Touch it. Fondle it. Ruin it. Bite it. Attack it. He could care less by now.

"Please..." He felt more tears roll down his face, "P-please..."
 
Camille sat up, face going eerily blank. Her thin legs straddled his waist as her arms wound around his neck, laying limply on his shoulders.

"You know..." Her fingers danced through the blonde hair. "You haven't touched me at all so why should I touch you?" Camille smirked down at him.

She pressed her body against his, giving him a hearty view of her stage outfit she had yet to disguised. The only thing in the way was a thin petticoat she'd worn to keep the nights chill away.

"C'mon Andy, you can't keep a girl waiting forever~."
 
Andy slowly looked up at her and his mind began recooperating. HE still needed her, still wanted her, but he was able to reamin calm for now.

He slwoly reached up and kissed her lips, more slowly and gnetly then she did. He let his tongue lick the outside, but he didn't go in yet.

Then he undid the coat and slowly slid his hands under it, fingers teasing her stomach, tickling her. He then pushed it off and looked at her.

She was much more beatiful up close, without these flashing lights in his way.

"You're....incredible." He whispered, "I'll never have anyone else like you."

He'd seen her topless, so he was able to undo her bra. (it still made him blush like a madman, but it was okay enough to focus.)

He looked at her breasts and blinked, "W-what do I do..?"
 
His kisses were so innocent they made her melt. It made her think it was her first time, with the way he touched her. Andy was hesitant and careful like he might break her and it only fueled her fire.

Her lips parted to allow his tongue entrance to explore, allowing him control for now. The feeling of his hands roaming her exposed skin did nothing to quell the fire growing inside of her.

Camille let out a sigh of relief as her bra fell from her body. The night air was cool against her burning skin.

A soft smile fell on to her features as he asked her what to do. "Here..." Her voice was soft and kind. Camille took Andy's hands in hers, even though they were much bigger than hers.

Gently she guided him to cup we breasts. Her hands closed over his as she showed him how to kneed her breasts.

Camille let out a shaky breath as she felt his hands on her. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips before she met his in a sweet, yet hungry, kiss.
 
Andy moaned back to her, his body becoming alight with pleasurable fire once more. She made him feel like he was suddenly alive. Awoken. then she dulled it, and rekindled it agian. She always seemed to make him both alive and daed at the same time. IT was an amazing feeling.

If she hadn't shown him, he'd never have figured out how to kneed her breasts. He had to be shown before he felt her moan. Slowly, he began to.

He squeezed harder than she had, but not hungrily. More like h was trying to get a grip. He slowly moved them up and down, side to side, not sure if this was working. Only when she reacted did he finally beocme satisfied with a technique.

He moaned and leaned back at her attacked his lips once more. When she did, his hands began moving a small bit faster.

After yet another sloppy kiss that left sailva running down his cheeks, he looked up and panted, "What should I...Id do...now?"
 
Camille panted softly as she was slowly, but surely, being taken over by lust. His hands were soft and careful and it was driving her crazy. It was a great change from the hard, fast dominance most men wanted to exhibit on to her.


"Shhh....no questions. Just do." Camille said placing a slim, tan finger over his lips. Of course she would guide him through physical cues. His innocence was adorable but also sexy. It made her want to pollute him.

Her hands cupped his cheeks as she pulled his faced forward, gently of course. "Mouth." She said in a hot whisper.

Camille's eyes were smoldering as she stared down at him.
 
Andy felt like he was a plate of white, being splattered by the red of her sexiness. She was corrupting him like a small devil. Damn she lived up to her name.

He moaned as he realized she was taking him away even further. His eyes burned with his lust for her. The first time he'd ever felt that feeling. He felt incredible.

His mouth enveloped her left breast. He only let his tongue tip touch her. He went slowly. He traced her nipple, then swirled down. He'd never admit it, but he was doing the same thing he'd do to eat ice cream. The same motion. It embarrassed him.

All the while, he wrapped his arms around her neck and felt himself start to fade into her body.
 
Camille gasped, barely audible as the tip of his tongue grazed her. Gods that felt incredible. Divine really.

"Andy.." She moaned his name, fingers pulling at his hair in ecstasy. Be pulled him closer as his mouth worked on her chest.

Her hips ground down against his already rock hard member. Camille groaned softly at the feeling of his arrousal on her inner thigh. She did that and knowing this was only making her hotter.
 
His member thronged against her thigh. Pulsing. Tiny bits of fluid came from it. She was working up on it. Making it worse.

In response, he groaned and his tongue swirled faster, mainly by reflex. He started sucking on it, and his tongue tip still only moved in circles. He tried touching her nipple as well.

He needed her. She'd stolen his body from that one day note on the stage. His mind needed little persuasion and she helped him arouse.

He removed bis mouth and whispered, "you...Taste like...a honeysuckle..." He moved to her left breast.
 
Camille giggled before it was swiftly interrupted by moans. Andy was a quick learner.

"Mmm!" She gasped as she rolled her hips against Andy. His cock rubbed against her inner thigh. Camille shifted slightly so he nestled right against her core. It was soaked, even through her panties. "Andy...now.." She groaned.
 
His member was being soaked by her juices. He had no idea what that was, only that it sent his body alight with fire. That fire he'd dreamed of since that day on the stage.

He nibbled her nipple before throwing his head back. He moaned and began shaking like a leaf, "Camile what is that?" He gasped, "gah it feels so good! CAMILE it feels so good!" He gasped, "ahahah! It feels so good! It's so wet! What is it?!?"
 
"Andy." Camille gasped. How was he so innocent. Why was it so hot?!

Camille didn't now the answer but she couldn't drag this out any longer. They both were so close and Camille's patience was running out.

Camille slipped her panties to the side and slid on to Andy's throbbing member. He wasn't the biggest but he didn't disappoint either.

Camille burried her head in his shoulder as she slid up and down slowly. She had to maintain control.

Camille pulled back and locked dazed gazes with him.
 
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