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Jan. 10th, 2021 05:26 pm
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Sun has never been the biggest fan of formal events. Mostly because he hated formal wear. If you saw what he typically wore every day, you understood why. His typical type of clothing could never be considered anything close to Formal. But he still came to this one. He dressed to go, a nice tuxedo to wear to the thing and he’s standing there now waiting for Schala.

He knows this type of event is more up her alley than it is his. Despite it being held for the school, evne she wasn’t going, then he’d have skipped out on it completely. He’d be in his dorm playing a game or sleeping or out doing something else. But for Schala, he’d do a whole lot of different things, including getting dressed up like this.

He leaned against a wall, drink in his hand as he looked out over all of the people that ad arrived. The event really just started, but already there were so many people there.
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It didn't even seem to matter anymore. Not in this moment, at least. Schala moved like putty in his hands, moudling herself to the shape of his body as he hooked her leg around him. Her hands pressed against his muscular chest, nails digging in just slightly to pull him in.

She was already incredibly turned on, squirming gently against him as the tip of him prodded at her. One hand snaked its way around the back of his neck, pulling herself upwards just enough to whisper in his ear.

"I want it. I want you inside of me..."
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As he slides into her, from his ear, Schala's head slowly rolls further backwards, a sharp but pleasant sigh highlighting how good it felt. He felt so warm, hot even, rocking back and forth. No matter how many times they entangled themselves like this, she never seemed to be able to fully prepare just how good he felt, rubbing back and forth against her inner walls.

"Yes—" she breathed, letting one strap of her dress fall down against her arm as his thrusts gained momentum. "Just like that, it feels so good..."

Since he had a good grip on her rear already, Schala pushed back against the wall behind her again, lifting her other leg upwards, cupping around his waist on the other side now, too. She was at the mercy of his grip now, suspended but balanced against the wall, as he breasts started to bound more freely between them, one starting to spill from her neckline.

"You feel so good, Sun."