Welcome to the Innocent World

The beer streamed down Afa's body, a thin, glistening trail that started at her chest. It slipped between her boobs, tracing the curve of her skin, sliding over her stomach, and pooling at her already wet pussy.

From there, it dripped slow, drop by drop, falling right into my waiting mouth. I drank it down, the taste hitting me like a rush—sharp and bitter from the alcohol, mixed with the sweet, musky tang of her love juice.

It was euphoric, a wild blend that buzzed through me, lighting up every nerve.

Afa shifted above me, her thighs flexing on either side of my face as she looked down.

"Are you loving it, Austin?" she asked, her voice teasing, dripping with that sultry edge she knew got me going.

I gulped down another mouthful, the liquid cool against my throat, and grinned up at her.

"Yeah, baby… give me more," I said, my voice rough with want, urging her on.

She giggled, a playful little sound, and tilted the bottle again, pouring more beer over herself. The cold liquid splashed her skin, running as her body arched back. Her eyes fluttered shut, head tipping up toward the ceiling, lost in the heat of it all.

"Feels so good…" she murmured, her free hand sliding up to her chest.

I watched from below, eyes locked on her, that wide-open view of her pussy right in my face making me hard all over again.

I closed my eyes for a sec, just soaking it in—the sight, the taste, the way she moved.

"You're fucking unreal," I muttered, my breath catching as I opened my mouth wider, ready for more.

"Ahhh…" she moaned, louder this time, her hand massaging her boobs with the beer, slicking it over her skin. Her fingers brushed her tightened nipples, pinching them lightly, and every so often, she'd dip her hand lower, rubbing her pussy right in front of me.

The alcohol mixed with her wetness, dripping faster now, splashing onto my tongue in messy drops.

She rocked her hips a little, teasing me with the motion, her moans filling the air.

"Keep it coming," I said, my voice muffled as I licked my lips, catching every bit I could. The taste was driving me wild, her scent and the beer blending into something addictive.

"All for you," she teased back, giggling through a moan as she poured more, her body glistening under the club lights, a living waterfall of heat and lust right above me.

The announcer let out a wild scream over the mic, his voice cracking with excitement as Afa and I played out the scene in full view. "Look at these two—absolute fire! They're burning this place down!"

Afa thrived on it, the feeling of every eye on her lighting her up even more. Her skin flushed hotter, her moans growing bolder, like the crowd's stares were pouring fuel on the heat already blazing inside her. She arched her back a little more, letting the beer drip slower, savoring the attention.

The crowd ate it up, gulping in astonishment, their jaws practically on the floor. The women especially couldn't hold back—some were pleading out loud, desperate to trade places with Afa.

One chick near the front, her voice cutting through the noise, shouted, "God, I'd kill to be her right now!" Her husband stood right beside her, eyebrows shooting up as he turned to her.

"Come on, girl, you're married to me," he said, half-laughing, half-serious, nudging her with his elbow.

She grinned, leaning in to kiss him quick and messy on the lips. "It won't hurt if I enjoy myself a little somewhere, right?" she teased, pulling back to look at him. "Don't you love me, huh, babe?"

He ran a hand through his hair, flustered for a sec, then cracked a smile. "Yeah, I'm sorry for that," he said, giving in with a shrug. "You're too much."

"Damn right," she giggled, grabbing his hand and sliding it between her legs, pressing it against her panties. "See how wet he made me just by watching? Feel that."

His eyes widened, then he chuckled, nodding. "Alright, fair enough—you've got a point."

She smirked, leaning close to whisper loud enough for her friends to hear.

"Then I'll fuck him later—watch me." She winked at him, and he just shook his head, laughing like he couldn't argue anymore.

Other women nearby piped up too, their voices overlapping. "I'd let him drown me like that!" one yelled, while another added, "Afa's living my dream right now!" The crowd was losing it, a mix of cheers and horny chaos.

The announcer jumped on it, pointing at me with a grin. "Ladies, the women here are going crazy for you, Austin! You're breaking hearts left and right!"

I smirked up at him from under Afa, licking my lips as the beer kept dripping into my mouth. "They've gotta wait 'til I'm done with my Afa," I shot back, my voice steady despite the mess on my face. "She's got me locked in."

He laughed, turning to the mic to repeat it. "You heard the man—'They've gotta wait 'til he's done with his Afa!'"

The crowd erupted in laughs, the sound bouncing off the walls as the energy spiked even higher.

Up near the stage, a group of girls started swaying their hips, dancing to the music, their bodies moving loose and wild, caught up in the vibe.

"Looks like we've got a fan club," Afa teased, glancing down at me as she poured another slow stream of beer, her fingers still tracing her skin.

"Hehe, I know right." I grinned, catching every drop.

The heat was building too much, the taste of Afa and the beer pushing me past my limit. "Ahh… it's getting hard to control," I growled, pulling myself up from under her.

"Come here, baby…" I grabbed her hips and dove in, sucking her pussy hard, my lips locking onto her slick skin.

*Slurp… slurp…*

The sound was loud and wet as I drank the last of the beer dripping off her, mixing with her juices in a messy, intoxicating rush.

"Ahh… huhhahh…" Afa's eyes shot wide open, caught off guard by the sudden intensity. Her moan broke free, sharp and shaky, as her legs tightened around my head, thighs squeezing me in.

Her hands trembled, fingers twitching like electricity was sparking through her whole body.

"Fuck, Austin…" she gasped, her voice cracking. "What're you doing to me?"

"Giving you what you deserve," I mumbled against her, smirking as my hands slid up to grope her boobs.

They were soft and heavy in my palms, her nipples stiff under my fingers as I squeezed, keeping my mouth working below.

The last drop of alcohol fell from her skin, splashing onto my tongue, and I pushed deeper, sliding my tongue inside her, fucking her with it in quick, hungry thrusts.

"Ahhh… ahh… fuck…" Afa's head tipped back, her chest heaving as she tossed the empty beer bottle aside.

It clattered somewhere off the couch, forgotten as she teetered on the edge of her climax.

"Don't you dare stop, ahhh...ahh.." she panted, her hands grabbing at my hair, pulling me closer.

"As you say babe," I said, my voice muffled against her as I kept going, my tongue swirling and pressing inside her, feeling her walls pulse around me.

She was so wet, so tight, it was driving me crazy.

The announcer's voice blasted over the mic, half-laughing, half-yelling.

"Challenge is over, folks—but looks like these two ain't stopping anytime soon! Let the music roll in!" The beat kicked up hard, a thumping rhythm filling the club as the crowd cheered, their screams blending into the noise.

People started dancing around us, bodies swaying and jumping, but it was all background static to me and Afa.

"You hear that?" I teased, pulling back just enough to catch her eye, my tongue still flicking against her. "They're done counting."

"Ahh...Who cares?ahh.." she moaned, her smile slutty and wild as she rocked her hips against my face.

"Ahhh… ahhhh… yeahhh… don't stop…" Her walls tightened even more around my tongue, clenching hard, telling me she was seconds away from losing it.

"Cum for me, baby," I muttered, diving back in, working her faster, my hands still groping her boobs as the music pulsed and the crowd faded into a blur.

All I could feel was her—her taste, her heat, the way she shook under me, chasing that edge.

Afa's body tensed above me, her breath hitching as she hit her peak.

"Arghhhhhhh ahhhh… I am cumming…ahhh..fuck ..ahhh" she cried out, her voice breaking into a wild scream.

With one final push, she came hard, her juices spilling over my face in a hot, wet rush. Her eyes went half-lidded, rolling up slightly as the orgasm ripped through her, bliss washing over her flushed features.

She started riding my face, grinding her hips down, moving bold and shameless against me, dragging out every shudder of pleasure.

"Ahh yeah baby… so good… ahhh…" she moaned, her voice shaky but full of that raw, satisfied edge.

Her thighs clamped tighter around my head, trembling as she rocked, her slick skin sliding over my face. I loved it—how fearless she was, owning the moment, using me to chase every last wave of her climax.

I kept my mouth open, tongue out, letting her pussy pulse against me. Her juices coated my lips, my chin, dripping down as I tasted her release, sharp and sweet, filling my senses.

Her movements slowed, but she didn't stop, her hips still twitching, smearing her wetness across my face like she couldn't get enough.

My hands rested on her thighs, feeling the heat of her skin, the little quakes still running through her as she rode it out, both of us lost in the messy, perfect chaos of it.