Welcome to the Innocent World

We came together, our bodies locked in sync as the release hit us hard.

"Arghhh huhh…" Afa screamed, her voice raw and wild, but the thumping music swallowed it up, blending her cries into the beat.

Her eyes were half-lidded, staring up at the ceiling, glowing as the orgasm washed over her. Her lips parted, a shaky breath slipping out, and that sultry smile crept onto her face, like she was savoring every second of it.

"Ahh huff…huff" I panted, completely out of breath, my dick twitching as it spilled every last drop of semen inside her pussy.

My chest heaved, sweat dripping down my temples, and I could feel her legs still shivering around me, trembling against my hips. She clenched tight, milking me for everything, her thighs quaking as she rode out the pleasure.

The crowd went nuts, their cheers exploding around us, a wall of noise that shook the room.

The announcer's voice cut through, laughing as he shouted, "Give it up for these two—holy hell, they just set the place on fire!"

"Nice work, huh?" I muttered to Afa, smirking as I slowly slid my dick out of her. A few drops of cum leaked out, splattering onto the already soaked bedsheet beneath us, leaving a messy trail.

She giggled softly, her chest still rising and falling fast. I collapsed over her, my body pressing down onto hers, her boobs soft and warm against my chest as we caught our breath together.

"That was awesome," Afa said, her voice hoarse but happy, her fingers brushing lazily through my hair.

"Yeah?" I grinned, propping myself up just enough to look at her. "I bet all these people staring at you was the real thrill, huh?"

She laughed, a little playful spark in her eyes. "Yeah… hehe, maybe a little," she admitted, biting her lip. "You jealous?"

"Nah," I teased, leaning closer. "Just means I've got the hottest girl in the room."

Her legs shifted, still rubbing against my thighs, slow and teasing, like she wasn't ready to let the moment go.

She pulled me down, her hands cupping my face, and we kissed, lips crashing together soft at first, then deeper. Our tongues tangled, tasting the heat and salt of each other, a lazy, sloppy kiss that felt like the perfect cooldown.

The announcer's voice broke through the haze, playful but firm. "Okay, okay, stop, you two—save some energy, you've got one more round left!"

He strutted over to the couch, grinning wide as he leaned in close, teasing us like a buddy who'd seen too much. The crowd cracked up, their laughter rolling through the club, and a few voices shouted, "Yeah, give it a rest already!" while others whistled, still hyped.

I pulled back from Afa, catching her eye, and we both smirked, sharing a quiet laugh. "Guess we got carried away," I said, my voice low, still catching my breath.

"Hehe yeah," she replied, her grin wicked as she brushed her messy hair back. We untangled ourselves and stood up, naked in front of everyone.

My legs felt a little shaky from the effort, and Afa wobbled a bit, her balance off after all that. She stumbled, giggling, but I reached out quick, offering my hand.

"Here," I said, steadying her as she grabbed on. "You good?"

"Thanks," she murmured, her fingers curling around mine. But instead of just helping her up, I tugged her closer in one smooth move, my hands landing on her shoulders to hold her against me.

She gasped, a little startled, then melted into a smile, her bare skin warm under my grip.

I smiled back, my thumbs brushing her shoulders. "Got you," I said, winking.

The announcer clapped his hands, laughing into the mic. "Come on, you two—get married already! Look at this chemistry!" The crowd cheered in agreement, their voices overlapping with shouts of "Yeah, tie the knot!" and "They're perfect!" Some even clapped like they were at a damn wedding.

"Think they're serious?" I muttered to Afa, smirking as I nodded toward the chaos.

"Let 'em dream," she laughed, resting a hand on my chest. "We're too fun for that yet."

The announcer waved at the crowd, feeding off their energy. "Alright, alright—let's keep this party rolling! Let the roulette spin!!"

His voice echoed, and the crowd screamed back, their excitement spiking again as the music slowed to a low, pulsing beat. The lights dimmed everywhere except the roulette machine, where a bright flash snapped on, illuminating the wheel in sharp, flickering colors, ready to decide our last wild move.

The roulette wheel clicked to a stop, landing on the wildest thing yet. The announcer's eyes went wide before he let out a scream into the mic.

"Woahhh! The last one's gotta be the coolest damn thing ever!" The crowd buzzed with agreement, their cheers and gasps showing how pumped they were, leaning forward like they couldn't wait to see it play out.

The slot lit up with the details: I had to lie down flat, Afa would sit on my face, pour a drink over her body, and I'd have to drink it from her pussy.

I blinked, muttering under my breath, "Ahh—this one…" It was so out there, even for us.

Afa turned to me, her curiosity sparking as she tilted her head. "You've done this before?" she asked, her voice playful but genuinely wondering.

"N-no… nope," I stammered, scratching the back of my neck. "Pretty wild, huh?" But then a memory flickered back—me at a sorority house few months back, wasted with two girls, doing something kinda close to this, though it was messier and less public. I shook it off quick, smirking at her. "First time for everything, right?"

"Guess we're breaking new ground," she laughed, nudging me with her elbow. "You scared?"

"Scared? Nah," I shot back, grinning. "Just hope you don't drown me."

The announcer cut in, slapping the edge of the couch with a grin. "Well then, the bed's all yours, Austin—get comfy!"

The crowd cracked up, their laughter rolling through the room as I stepped over to the fluffy couch-bed thing we'd been using.

I flopped down on my back, the cushions sinking soft under me, molding around my shoulders and legs.

"Feels like a cloud," I said, stretching out and propping my hands behind my head. "Ready when you are."

Afa stood over me, smirking down like she was already plotting how to make this as wild as possible.

"You're in for it now," she teased, grabbing a drink from someone nearby—a cold beer, dripping with condensation. "Hope you're thirsty."

"Bring it on," I replied, winking up at her.

Afa stepped over me, swinging one leg across so she straddled my face, her thighs on me from both sides. Her pussy hovered right above me, still dripping from our earlier round, glistening wet and open in the dim club lights.

She looked down, smirking like she owned the moment, her eyes locked on mine with that teasing glint.

"Comfy down there?" she asked, her voice low and playful, shifting her hips just enough to mess with me.

I grinned up at her, feeling the heat of her so close. "Hell yeah, I'm enjoying this," I said. "Wouldn't mind living my whole life right here—got the best view in the house."

She laughed, a soft, sultry sound that sent a shiver through me. "Careful what you wish for," she teased, reaching for the bottle of beer she'd snagged—She held it up, letting the crowd see, then brought her free hand to her chest.

Her fingers traced slow over her boobs, brushing her nipples, which were already hard. She kept going, sliding her hand down her stomach, all the way between her legs, rubbing her vagina just enough to make my pulse jump.

"Damn, Afa…" I muttered, my eyes glued to her every move. "You're killing me."

"That's the plan," she shot back, winking as she tilted her head back a little.

The crowd gulped audibly, their breaths catching—even the announcer went quiet for a sec, stunned by how smooth and bold she was.

"Ahh…" she moaned softly, her voice breaking the silence as she tipped the bottle over her chest. The cold beer poured out, splashing between her boobs in a thin, golden stream.

It ran down her skin, curving over her stomach, trickling lower until it reached her pussy, mixing with her wetness. The liquid shimmered under the lights, a messy, wild cascade.

I opened my mouth wide, ready for it. The first drops hit my tongue—sharp, bitter, and cool, tinged with her warmth.

"Tastes better this way," I said, smirking up at her as more poured down, a steady drip turning into a flow. I drank it down, the beer splashing my lips and chin, blending with her scent in a way that made my head spin.

"Thirsty boy," she giggled, adjusting the bottle to keep the stream going. "Don't miss a drop."

I licked my lips as I swallowed, the crowd's stunned gasps fading into the background while I savored every second of her on top of me.