Infinite Classes in the Apocalypse

Chapter 111: Morning~ (R18)

After their hot, passionate time together, the two of them took turns cleaning up. Damon was surprised to see that the old, magical castle of the citadel had a bathroom that looked very modern, but Ivy quickly explained that someone had a class that resembled something like a plumber.

He decided not to dwell on that as he cleaned up and turned toward the door, but found himself stopped just as he was about to leave Ivy’s room.

She asked him to stay.

He was confused at first, especially with his room being just a door away, but he gave in pretty quickly.

The official reasoning in his head was that there were now only a few hours left of night time, and so he wanted to rest as soon as possible.

Of course, the unofficial reasoning was a little bit different.

It was hard to reject the girl asking him to stay when she did so wearing only a small set of underwear that perfectly showed off her amazing figure. No sane person would’ve left the room after that.

His few hours of sleep, however, would end up being even shorter than he anticipated.

The moment he woke up, before even seeing anything other than the ceiling above him, Damon heard sensual wet sounds fill the entire room, followed by a hot, wet feeling on his enraged tool.

His eyes looked down to find Ivy laying between his legs, her lips leaving red streaks of her lipstick along his shaft as she ran them up and down in a slow and deliberate rhythm.

Damon watched her for a couple of moments, taken aback by the hot sight before him, until the girl suddenly took notice of him and a dangerous smirk curved across her red lips. "Morning~"

"Couldn’t sleep?" he asked.

"No," she shook her head, her hand still on his tool. "I just wanted to get a taste of my man~"

The second she finished her sentence, her red lips moved back to his tool, quickly finding back the rhythm.

But despite her brace front, Damon was quick to notice that she was barely managing a third of it before stopping.

His hand moved to the top of her head, and with a gentle suggestion of its weight, he pushed her head slightly down.

Ivy was quick to notice his suggestion, and she began to move her lips lower onto his shaft.

A hot gagging sound escaped the girl’s mouth as she took his tool deep into her throat. Tears filled her eyes, smudging her black eyeshadow and making a complete mess of her makeup as she followed the guidance of his hand on her head.

But even as her movements grew better with her guidance, Damon wanted more, and so he moved his second hand on top of her head before he began to use her mouth as he pleased.

The gagging grew louder as her eyes rolled back. Damon’s tool soon began to throb from the extraordinary sensation as he was ready to unleash his hot white mess deep into her mouth.

A soft moan escaped Ivy’s occupied mouth as she felt the first shot of his generous gift. Her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, catching it all until she was ready to pull back once he was done.

Her face was a complete mess now, her black eyeshadow smudged and her red lipstick smeared all around, but despite it all, there was a dangerous smile on her face.

She slowly moved to sit on her knees before she stuck her tongue out, showing off the gift she received from him. Then, just as quickly, her smudged lips closed, and after swallowing it all, she opened them up again to show that it was all gone.

There was no time for appraise as the girl quickly moved on top of him, pulling her thong to the side as she slowly lowered herself onto his tool.

Once she was as low as she could go for now, roughly a half of his length, she began to bounce up and down, her generous chest bouncing right in front of Damon’s face.

He immedietally leaned forward, his mouth finding her nipples as he greedily gripped his hands on her bubbly butt, helping her move up and down his tool.

The loud sounds of their bodies clashing together filled the entire chamber, followed by constant moans escaping Ivy’s lips.

"Yes!~ Yes!~ Fuck me!!!~~"

Her nails bit into Damon’s shoulder as she searched for a better grip, slipping down lower on his tool with each bounce. When her insides grew more used to his enormous size, Ivy picked up the speed, bouncing harder and harder just as her moans grew even louder.

Damon’s grip moved to her hips as he began to thrust upward, meeting her movement with perfect, ferocious timing.

It didn’t take long before he felt her insides tighten around him, and he immediately realised she was reaching her climax, just as he neared his.

Ivy took one more desperate bounce onto the entire length of his tool before her legs began to tremble, and a sweet little moan escaped her mouth. "Aaah!!!~"

Damon came only a second later, his hot white mess painting her insides and filling her until there was nothing left to fill.

The moment they were both done, Ivy collapsed on top of him, her breathing ragged and her body drenched in sweat. She nestled in his arms as her head rested just below his collarbone. She enjoyed the rhythm of his racing heart for a couple of moments before she spoke up.

"You should move into my room permanently..." As she spoke, she propped herself up with her arms, and her gaze lit up with something indescribable as it locked onto his eyes. "We could do all the important decision-making in here..."

Although she spoke about things like ’decision-making’, the tone of her voice made it clear that she was talking about something completely different.