A Couple In Love

Now, without further ado, you kiss, a long, sweet, and passionate kiss. Her hairy arms wrap around your neck, unwilling to let go. And her hands wrap around your slim waist, bringing your bodies closer.

The kiss intensifies, their tongues dancing, vying for control and space in each other's mouths, though Cassandra's tongue dominates after her transformation. Not that John is complaining about the sensation, their sighs mingling and muffled in pure passion.

His hands, previously around Fassandra's waist, now move up her back, stroking her orange hair and finally reaching their target: her breasts.

"Ooooohhh~~" She moans as she feels John's touch on her breasts, his fingers pinching her sensitive nipples, and how she enjoys it.

Finally, they break the kiss, but John doesn't take his hands off her body; on the contrary, he redoubles his efforts. With both hands exploring every inch of her, Cassandra could only moan louder and louder, enjoying the sensation.

"You're enjoying it, aren't you?" he asked. "Y-yes~, I am~" It was all he wanted to hear.

John turned her onto her back, but his hands were still caressing her. His right hand played with her breasts, groping and pinching her nipples. His left hand teased her vagina, moving his fingers in and out of her wet cunt.

"Ohh~, y-that's it, ohhh, Johnny~, I'm almost there!!" Cassandra was now an excited, cute, and joyful mess, and she didn't even realize that her clothes were now on the floor—courtesy of her amazing boyfriend. She was bracing her arms against the wall near the bedroom window, her legs wobbly thanks to John's magical fingers.

"Oooooohhhh~~" She finally climaxed, and practically the entire street knew it too, as the scream of her orgasm was loud enough for everyone near the house to hear.

Cassandra's legs lost all strength, her orgasm juices hitting the wall like a waterfall, leaving a large stain there. She practically fainted from the pleasure, collapsing into John's arms. John carried her to bed bridal style, gently placing her candour on the covers, and caressing her beautiful face. "Rest, my princess, you deserve it." A kiss on her forehead and he was gone, if not for a sleepy Cassandra grabbing his arm.

"No..., stay."

He couldn't deny such a request; it was still day—SNAP—night! Lining himself up with her on the bed, his arms wrapped around her, they fell asleep.