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Ignoring the sexy shenanigans going on around him, Adam slung his carry-on bag over his shoulder. “Okie doke…” he muttered to himself, mindful of stray cum splatters caking the floor.

Taking the escalator down, Adam felt a tinge of relief as the constant thrum of hot moans grew distant, almost disappearing entirely as he descended into Baggage Claims. The lower levels of the International Gateway were pleasantly quiet, especially compared to the sexy chaotic mess brewing above. But he wasn't out of the woods yet.

In typical Sexworldian fashion, most - if not all - Sexworlders who had their fill of debauchery and joined Adam down the escalator drifted off toward the IG's built-in sectionals in Baggage Claims. Throwing off their clothes (if they hadn't already) before ravenously sucking or fucking the nearest cock like sex-starved zombies.

Stepping off the escalator, Adam casually strolled up to a baggage carousel marked 'ARRIVALS', fingers interlocked between his leather carry-on bag. Looking up, a digital sign affixed above the conveyor belt hummed softly, reading: “ARRIVING AT 9:32P”.

Shit, Adam groaned to himself, that's 40 minutes from now…

Hrm, might as well ride it out. Looking around the vastness of Baggage Claims, he spotted numerous empty seats dotting the landscape. Adam knew most Sexworlders paired up in groups of two at a bare minimum. In offices, cafes, restaurants, you name it. Surprisingly, the constant smutty sex romp had the unintended side effect of creating extra, vacant spaces for new patrons to inhabit. 'Course, more patrons equals more money. Call it a financial bonus from boning your neighbour.

Unfortunately, he just wasn't ready to throw himself into the deep end just yet.

It wasn't long before Adam found an empty (and cum-free) booth near the conveyor belt. He softly inhaled, letting the awkward moans in the background ride on, before plopping himself unceremoniously on it.

He lulled his head back, relaxing as his long trip hopping dimensions came to an end. Still, he couldn't help but side-glance at the cutie coming down the escalator.

Probably mid-20s. She was 5'5'' and slim, with long, wavy, blonde hair and a beautiful round face. Her radiant, brown eyes looked out over a delicate button nose that was accentuated by a set of lovely soft cheeks. She wore an oversized auburn t-shirt with "Red Rocks Community College" emblazoned in front and nothing else. Her small tits poked out from beneath the fabric.

The blonde woman paused momentarily, eyes mesmerized by the hot, wet orgy to her left. Adam could see her biting her lower lip as if considering something. A moment passes. Two, before she abruptly swirled her gaze over to the right, eyes pinpointing the lone, fully clothed Prudeworlder with a leather carry-on bag.

A soft, pleasant smile met Adam, the woman's steps softly tapping against the hard tile as she walked toward him. "Heyyy..." the blonde woman said amicably. She sat down next to him. "Don't worry, you get used to it."

Adam chuckled lightly, "Thanks." A pause. "Definitely what I expected, but..."

"Total brain overload." The blonde said, leaning back. "I get it."

She lifted her right leg, positioning her heel up over the pristine black-over-white bench seat, letting an arm hang lazily over her curled knee. Her oversized t-shirt lifted up, offering a glimpse of her glistening, hairless pussy. Despite this, the blonde's expression didn't change. In typical Prudeworld fashion, Adam glanced for a split second, averting his gaze out of engrained "politeness".

"I've dated lots of guys... you know, 'Prudeworlders', who practically lived off a diet of PornHub and XVideos back home. I swear to god, 99% gave off that deer in the headlights look right outta the gate." She shrugged, "... But, a few weeks in, a few dozen fucks later, they're just like the rest of us."

"Well, that's reassuring." Adam replied, "Anyway, name's Adam." Leaning over, the Prudeworlder extended a hand.

"Rebecca." She ignored it, giving his leg a light squeeze.

"Don't go easy on me, Miss Sexworld." Adam teased, giving an impish smile.

"Hey!" Rebecca retorted with a big 'ol grin on her face, "Don't _tempt _me Prudeworlder."

"Well... I am, let's just say, curious." Adam remarked, scrunching his eyebrows to give a mock inquisitive expression, tapping his chin.

"Ohhh brave, aren't we?" She responded playfully, "Less than 5 minutes in and you're already hitting for homerun. Color me shocked, prudie." A brief pause, "... Okay, but first, I gotta test something."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

Rebecca curled her arm out over the bench, her soft dainty fingers idly brushing against Adam's shoulder.

"Kiss me."

"Erm... sure." Adam responded, clearing his throat as he slowly began leaning into Rebecca.

His heart beat faster and faster in anticipation as the Sexworlder’s face came up to his own. Adam wasn't nervous, but he sure as hell wasn't used to jumping from "hi I'm Adam" to "let's makeout" in less than a minute flat.

Rebecca's lips were warm and soft to the touch. They parted slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside. Closing his eyes, he instinctively flexed his fingers out over the Sexworlder's waist, pulling her in. She didn't resist- quite the opposite, in fact- pushing things forward by swinging her leg over his hips, sharing a hot, steamy kiss on top of him.

"Mm, not bad," Rebecca said as they broke their kiss. A mischievous grin met the Prudeworlder, “Bet you can't last more than a minute."

Without much more prompting, Adam reclined back on the bench seat as Rebecca's slender fingers found purchase on the side of his pants. Pooling down his dark blue jeans slowly, his hardening cock bounced into her dainty nose as Rebecca lowered herself onto her knees.

"Fuck..." Adam stammered out, Rebecca making him groan as she swallowed his cock whole between her pillowy lips, slurping his manhood down her throat slowly at first, before accelerating at a hellish pace. Jesus Christ, he thought, head lulled back in pure ecstasy, she was mind-blowingly better than the lazy blowjobs he got from bar flies back home.

“Mhmph!” With a lewd pop, Rebecca released Adam's dick, licking her lips. Staring up into his eyes, she dabs her slippery warm tongue against the base of his penis before gliding along the shaft over and over.

"Shit... baby, stop- I'm close..." the Prudeworlder managed to whisper. With a short breath and a twitch of his cock, Adam felt his load bubbling up from his balls. Rebecca’s eyes narrow as she senses his impending climax, clenching her thumb and index finger over his aching shaft. "Nuh-uh, not yet..." she cooed, before standing up and pulling her oversized t-shirt over her head.

Adam was hypnotized by Rebecca's sexy body: she was fit and petite, something you'd see on Instagram or your average EDC festival back in Prudeworld. Above her tight, pink slit, her pussy was hairless, smooth to the touch. As she tossed her t-shirt onto the bench seat, she placed her hands on her hips without a hint of shame, the only coverings on her body were a pair of white Nike sneakers.

Wordlessly, she extended a hand forward, prompting Adam to stand up and leading him to a black sectional nearby. She smirked voluptuously, gently pushing him on his chest to lie flat on his back. His rock-hard erection pistoned in the air.

"I want to feel you inside me," she said in a soft, sensuous tone. His angry red cockhead pulsed at the thought, watching her crawl over onto the sectional. It felt like this cute Sexworlder was purposely teasing her lusty body like a pornstar to get Adam closer to bursting inside her... and it was working perfectly. Rebecca got on her knees, towering above, and staring down with her radiant brown eyes wordlessly.

"A-alright." Adam's voice was shaking as he replied, heart pounding in his chest. His sex life was slightly below average in Prudeworld and in less than 30 minutes after arriving at this sexual paradise he was about to fuck one of the most attractive women he had ever laid eyes on. He held his breath as she squatted down, her sneakered feet planted squarely at his sides as she gently grabbed his cock and positioned it right at the entrance of her slick pussy.

"Oh fuck." Rebecca sighed, pushing the head of his throbbing dick inside, "You feel good..." It was just as torturous for Adam as he watched his cock disappear, inch by inch while the Sexworlder slowly slid down, her tight pussy squeezing him on all sides. With his idle hands, he caressed Rebecca's bare, soft skin, feeling the warmth between his fingers. He massaged everywhere he could reach, grazing her inner thighs, her heart-shaped ass and even groping her small breasts.

Adam moaned when he finally felt Rebecca bottom out, his cock was completely enveloped between her undulating, wet love tunnel while it tried to milk out his seed. She bent forward and placed her palms beneath his shoulders, by his ribs and began riding hard and fast, their intertwined sexes slapping together obscenely in such a public place.

"Nngh... god dammit.." he whispered while in deep concentration, barely holding back his load. Rebecca's long blonde hair flopped uncontrolled, constantly requiring her to flip it back behind her shoulders.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Rebecca gritted her teeth, somehow never breaking eye contact while vigorously riding Adam like she was saddled on a bucking horse. His cock was being buried balls deep inside her perfect fuck hole, and with every bounce, she lifted herself up until just the tip of his penis was inside before crashing back down to the root.

Mewling in pleasure, Adam couldn't take it anymore. "Shit, I-I'm close! I'm going to cum!" He warned, the point of climax was rapidly approaching. Do Sexworlders even care if guys internally ejaculate inside them? Surely, that would risk pregnancy... Adam began overthinking, trying to gnaw away at his impending orgasm.

"Fucking cum inside me! I want to feel it!" Rebecca screamed, joining the chorus of smutty Sexworlders inside Baggage Claims. He heaved, chest going in and out, his hands mauling her firm ass as she was bouncing her hips, sawing his twitching cock in and out. "Fuuuuuck!"

Adam let out a satisfied groan, obeying the Sexworlder's demand for a womb-filling creampie. His churning balls felt like they were deflating while he blasted a thick wave of sticky semen deep inside Rebecca. She gasped at the sensation, but didn't stop slamming her needy cunt down for a second, intent on draining the entire load of spunk into her unprotected pussy. With every gooey string of jizz Adam shot inside, it further lubricated his spurting cock, until he had dumped every creamy drop he had.

He had been so preoccupied with his own climax, Adam hadn't even noticed that Rebecca was coming down from her own. Her lewd face was melting in erotic ecstasy, her small tits heaving as she panted and cried out in orgasm. She ended up collapsing on top of him, breathing heavily through her mouth with her face nuzzled against his neck and chin.

They rested for a moment, embracing each other like lovers despite the context of what led to this moment. A minute stretched by before an intercom sprang to life: "Now receiving 9:32PM arrivals."

Rebecca giggled softly, "Guess that's us."

"Yeah, guess so." Adam inhaled deeply.

What seems like an eternity passes by, before Rebecca interjects, "... I want you to stay at my place tonight."

"Oh yeah?" Adam looked down at the cute blonde nestled above him.

"Just one condition..." A brief pause. "Dump your clothes, except your phone and wallet. You're one of us now."

"I..." This was some deep-end shit. Adam didn't anticipate going ass naked in a public place, especially with arriving Prudeworlders. Shit, YOLO, right?

"O-okay." He muttered, before the couple got up, grabbed their luggage, and walked out the exit hand-in-hand wearing nothing but their birthday suit.