Well, I can't stop.

“We shouldn’t be doing this-“ Bleom says through a deep blush, but she continued to press herself into you. She lathers your lips with her spit and moans.

Your mind spins, coherence returns just enough for you to try to push her away. “Then stop kissing me.”

Your grip against her tights, you pull her in and deepen your kiss. She feels so soft, warm, and fragile. You lift her up and set her on a nearby table, knocking the contents down. Her breath hitches at the top of her throat as your hand rides up her waist.

“Stop touching me~” she sighs, unbuckling your pants. Your cock pulses at the slightest movement. “Someone else is—“

Bloem’s concerns are buried by pleasure. You pause to check your surroundings, but you see no one. “It’s just us,” you moan.

“No~!” She gasps. More words threaten to spill out, but the sensation of your palm covering her breast cuts her off completely. Your pants fall, and soon you are pulling over her dress. She makes quick work of your buttons and coat, throwing it a side with her concerns of whatever it was she was talking about.

Her glorious body, all out for you on display. She sits up. You slide her to the edge and continue kissing her. She breaks into a cute giggle and pushes you gently back. More playfully than defensively. Her pupils are big as they fix on all your bare features. Every so often she glances down at your erection as she sizes you up.

“Well, I guess we’re experiencing some side effects. It’s a common side effect, but I don’t know why I was so scared of it. You’re incredibly handsome!” And bites her lips and leans back, spreading her legs, egging you to close the distance.

“Luckily, I know the cure!”

“Oh?”

“Yes, I do!” she confirms. “We just gotta get rid of all this pressure in our system, let out primitive instincts out and take full control!”

You smile and grab her thighs, making her expression change a little. “I like the sound of that.”

Through a red face, she smiles and nods. “Cause, if we don't do that now, then we’ll have to just masturbate alone for hours.”

“Hours?” You sigh.

“Hours.”

“I work better in pairs.” You tell her.

Bleom giggles again, grabbing your shoulders. “I have nothing but time on my hands, but you look like a busy type to me. Am I wrong?”

“Well, I actually have someone waiting for me outside.”

She gasps. “Then allow me to do all the work!”

“Nah, you don’t have to. It’s--”

She scoffs. “I insist! I was the one that didn’t stop you soon enough, I should be tasked with the burden of...of solving this problem.”

Before you can protest, she grabs your cock and starts pumping you. Her slender digits feel delightful. You shudder and grab her wrist. “Let’s switch spots then.”

“Of course!”