You like the sound of that.

"You're awfully playful these days, you know that?"

Flora kisses you passionately. Your tongues dance as if it's their only purpose and for a full minute, you're lost in each others embrace. You taste her saliva and smell her scent. Both are sweet and girlish, characteristically her in every way imaginable. You get the same thoughts in your head as you usually did when you started to become intimate with her, but you don’t dislike it.

You run your tongue over your bottom lip and taste Flora’s sweet residue. You hold her hips and explore her face. You still haven’t had enough of her features. You stare for too long, however, and she looks away. “Don’t get romantic with me right now,” she says. “I really just want to feel you inside of me.”

She lays back in bed, disrobing herself without wasting a moment more. Flora takes a moment to look at you, but you start undressing before she can tell you what to do. Much like herself, you don’t take much time getting undressed.

In less than a minute, you are naked and pressed against each other– kissing and exploring your skin's familiar bumps and rolls. Static traveled through the tiny hairs of your legs and arms as you heard Flora express her pleasure vocally, especially when your fingertips came close to her slit’s entrance, already damp with anticipation, already throbbing with desire.

Flora finds your meat and begins pumping it with a generous grip. You shudder slightly and then exhale. “No romance, right?”

She swallows, her cheeks burning. She looks up at you and nods. “I know that might be hard considering your background, but I do not intend to be like your other playthings or dolls,” her grip tightens, and her pace becomes faster.

“I think we’ve gone beyond that point,” you grab her breasts, applying immense pressure to them. “You’re much better than anyone else I’ve been with.”

A prominent smile bleeds over her mouth, and you know what names appear in her head as you say this. “What are you thinking?” You tease, which makes her smile a little bit wider.

“You know what I’m thinking,” Flora grabs your wrists and pushes you back. “Enough second base, baby. I thought we were beyond that?”

You lean close to her neck and suck on it. A sharp moan leaves her mouth. Then she curses just as your tongue dips against her. “But, maybe you can do as you please. That feels almost too good.”

Going against what she just said, you push her down and flip her over. The motion is quick, and she has no time to react. She’s presenting her ass to you on all fours. Her fit form compliments her naughty position. Flora doesn’t move. Flora doesn’t say anything. Instead, Flora lets you get behind her and touch her ass with your hands.

Flora isn’t getting all the attention. However, you spit on your fingers and rub your cock, giving yourself a few passes with the assistance of your right hand. Flora lowers her head, muttering something under her breath– perhaps impatience or just idle lewd banter with herself.

Don’t be romantic with me. You rehearse in your skull as you take the tip of your dick and press it against her puckering asshole. This time, you feel her tense. “Oh,” she makes an audible gulping sound as she peers over her shoulder. “THAT hole?”

“No romance,” you smirk. “Should I not?”

“No,” she shivers again but then corrections herself. “I mean, no– you should, but I just haven’t…” she trails off, becoming bashful.