"Now, where were we?" With a flirtatious smirk and a wicked grin, Astrid questions."Nowhere. We were nowhere!" He gave a frantic reply. He got off her and laid beside her.Astrid couldn't contain the laughter as it burst out of her lips. She had been suppressing it for a while. She was amazed that he actually believed her. The expression on his face was priceless, and she had to hold back from laughing earlier."It's not funny!""Wait, you actually believed me? You're so gullible. I was just kidding. I would never actually do something like that. As I mentioned earlier, it would be a shame to have such a fine cock separated from your body. Why would I even do that?""How would I know? Perhaps so you could put it in the fridge and use it whenever you want!""Gross. You're crazy and funny, Blaze. Who the fuck does that?""People, I guess!" He shrugs. "Why settle for just a piece of you, when I can have all of you?" She climbed onto him, straddling his waist.Astrid leaned in close unti

"Fuck! Astrid! Cum on my fucking cock!" Blaze muttered curses as he plunged into her with an animalistic intensity. Her body was consumed by a sense of urgency, amplified by her vulnerability. Being dominated brought her pleasure, and she savored every move he made in and out of her cunt. With his colossal manhood, he barreled into her pussy, sending waves of ecstasy throughout her body. He had a knack for unleashing her primal instincts, causing her to unleash an untamed ferocity that she never knew existed.Astrid shamelessly desired him when he was near, longing for his cock. She was resolute in claiming him as her own, and the thought of sharing him with anyone, especially her sister, was unbearable. The idea of him being intimate with her sibling drove her to the brink of insanity. The urge to rip her sister to shreds for daring to lay hands on what she deemed as her own surged through her. She was taken aback by her possessive mindset and came to the realization that she was b

"I'm sorry, let's forget about what I said. I should leave, it's getting late," Astrid states as she prepared to exit the bed. Nonetheless, he prevented her by seizing her arm and drawing her back onto the bed. "I am sorry!" he mutters, apologetically. Blaze's fingers entangles with Astrid's, crafting a tableau of tenderness above her head as he assumes his place, reigning above. Though his initial design was to reject her, a tide of remorse, uninvited, courses within, compelling him to unfurl the scroll of his true relationship with Tiffany. Conscious of the delicate thread that Astrid's well-being hung upon, he came to a profound realization that severing the ties of his existing relationship with Tiffany was an imperative step. This decision was not only motivated by the desire to remain unwaveringly loyal to his newfound mate, but also stirred by the profound connection they had forged since their paths intertwined, an encounter that had reshaped the course of his heart's journ

"You've yet to provide a satisfactory response to my query," he remarks, his breathing still uneven as he maintains his position over her."Was that fuck not good enough to make you say yes?" Blaze inquires, a note of exasperation creeping into his voice."No, it wasn't!" Astrid's words are tinged with deception, her teeth capturing her lower lip in a deliberate gesture. Naturally, Astrid's statement held an unmistakable untruth, for the hot sex in question transcended all expectations, leaving an indelible mark of excellence that resonated deeply within the realm of their shared moments. The warmth of his softened member presses intimately against the contours of her femininity. The sensation, a blend of passion and closeness, ignites a spectrum of emotions within her."You liar!" With a lighthearted demeanor, Blaze levels a playful accusation, his voice infused with a delightful blend of mock indignation. His lips become a trail of tender caresses as they map a path along the deli

"Could you unlock your phone once more? I'm hoping to call my number, which would allow me to obtain your number as well. Or you could just call out your number." With a nonchalant shrug, Blaze remarks, "The unlock pattern is in the shape of an 'L,' feel free to unlock it yourself." "Really? Are you pulling off an old-school move here? Who nowadays uses an 'L' shape as their pattern? It's much wiser to opt for something more intricate." Blaze offers an explanation, saying, "I don't really have anything to hide. Plus, my mind is preoccupied with so many things that I can't spare the mental space for complex patterns." Curious, Astrid inquires, "But how do you manage to remember your credit card PIN, then? Let me guess, it's something straightforward like 1111?" He chuckles and admits, "Surprisingly, it's 5555." Her brows ascend dramatically, her eyes widening as a sign of her disbelief. She muses, "You are kidding, right? 5555 sounds like a piece of cake for anyone looking to nab