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Chapter 17 by thestarwarrior thestarwarrior

Who do we follow next?

Michel and Emily in the park.

While Julie was turning in for the night her twin brother Michel was finishing up his date with Emily with a moonlight walk in the park. The handsome blond twin was dressed in a light black leather jacket, a white dress shirt, and blue jeans, while Emily was dressed in a light blue dress that just barely covered her knees and a dark red coat.

As they made their way down the sidewalk, the lovely red-haired girl snuggling up close to Michel’s arm, the blond twin couldn’t help but notice how strange Emily was acting. All through dinner tonight she had been making lude comment, trailing her pointed red heels over his legs and crotch, and she was panting quite heavily. Even now she was gasping against his chest as the walked, her warm breath coating his white shirt.

He gently brushes a hand through her red locks and lightly kissed her brow. “Are you alright love,” he said in an English accent. “You look a little warm.”

Emily giggled and looked up at him with a mix of love and lust in her eyes. “I’m fine,” she replied with a soft purr, “I’m just feeling a little flustered. Probably from being around you all night.”

Michel smirked, “Really? So, is there anything I could do to help cool you off?”

Emily gave him a sly grin before taking you young English boy’s arm and leading him into the woods. Once they found a secluded spot hidden within the brush and the trees, Emily let Michel pin her against one of the trees.

“Somehow I don’t think this is going to cool you off,” Michel said playfully.

“Shut up and kiss me,” Emily said breathlessly as she hugged her lover around the neck and kissed him passionately. Michel hugged his arms around her hips, and soon they were filling the night air with the sounds of their kisses and pants.

Michel had moved his lips down to Emily’s neck and was nipping at her shoulder when he felt her hand sliding down his back, her nails trailing over his skin through his jacket, and blushing over his leg. It wasn’t until she started grabbing for his belt that alarm bells began to sound.

After tugging her hand away from his belt, he pulled his lips away from her neck and gave her a confused smile. “Seriously, Emily, what has gotten into you?” he said with a nervous laugh.

“I don’t know what's gotten into me,” she said, looking back at him with hungry eyes, “But I do know who’s cumming inside me.”

What should Michel do.

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