“Now picture that somewhere down the line, you got an allergy to it.” she continued. “You still enjoy it just as much, but it hurts you. It’s not mature like the hurt is preventing you from enjoying it, amateur but it just hurts too much. A part of you is screaming for more chocolate, and another part of you never wants you to touch it again. Your stomach or whatever can’t take it. And it’s not something you can control. So just because you want chocolate, deepthroat doesn’t mean you can just eat it.” “So, me being around you…” “Not really being around Double me.” she cut in. “Being intimate with me.” “Me being intimate with you… hurts you?” A haunting silence filled the car. Nicole remained unmoved for a good ten seconds, at least, before she spoke. “Yeah.” I nodded slowly, and let the silence pour back into the empty space. A concoction of awkwardness, sadness, and subtle anger from both sides swam through the silence as we both stared straight ahead. After a while, the car clicked to indicate the doors were open. I looked at Nicole. Her hand was on the ‘unlock Fucking car door’ button. I sighed. “I thi-” “Not now. Please.” her voice begged, eerily still. I sighed and nodded. I Fucking gently push deepthroat myself into her, mature pausing for a moment after the head of my cock is inside of her. I found one dress that looked quite nice and turned amateur to the woman and asked her if I could try it on. And we decided to play basketball on top of it!” Just sexy. Lindsay jabbed playfully. She lay there panting, shivering. “Melany, Katherine, it's okay. I continued licking knowing she was cumming hard from me. “So fucking wet.” I whispered in approval as our eyes met, her cheek turning red but meeting my gaze. She’s pretty and you know her, Double but she doesn’t want me to tell who she is until you get here. She licked her lips.