Infinite Classes in the Apocalypse

Chapter 81: Plenty of Time Left (R18)

A wide smile flashed across Ayame’s face at the sound of Damon’s belt unbuckling. Her lips puckered again to give him one more peck before she suddenly moved to get on top of him with a swift turn.

At the same time, Damon grabbed the thin fabric of her nightgown and ripped it open, revealing her two beautiful treasures.

He took a moment to admire the view. Then, without the need to think twice, he grabbed and pulled one of them, while his mouth moved toward the other. He could feel her heartbeat as he sucked uncontrollably.

"Mmm.."

A loud moan escaped the girl’s mouth as a pleasant shiver ran down her body. Her hands held his head, her fingers brushing against his hair as she enjoyed his tongue on her already hardened nipples.

The taste of her breasts was intoxicating. Damon found himself lost in their sweetness, wanting more of them with each moment.

But before he could get his full, Ayame suddenly pushed his head gently onto the bed.

"It’s my turn..." she whispered into his ear.

Then, she gave him a quick peck on the lips before she began to move lower down.

With his belt already unbuckled, she slid his trousers and underpants, leaving him completely naked.

Damon’s breath caught as he felt her warm breath on his already awakened tool. She took a moment to enjoy his reaction before leaning down and running her tongue on the entire length of his tool. Each lick was more confident than the others, and quickly, Damon’s entire member was covered by her hot-wet saliva.

Once she was satisfied with the small taste, she moved to kissing the tip, over and over again.

Each time her lips met the tip of his tool, the girl went a bit deeper, and finally, after a half dozen times, her lips opened wide, and she engulfed all of it in the warm wetness of her mouth.

"Ayame...!" Damon grunted. The dopamine hit from the sensation assaulted his brain, sending him out of this world. The way her lips slid across his tool was completely otherworldly.

Suddenly, Ayame came to a stop. His tool was already hitting the back of her throat despite her only being halfway down its enormous size. She quickly put her hands on the remaining part and began to move up and down.

Damon’s hand instinctively landed on her head, enjoying every moment of her movements.

It continued for no more than ten more minutes before Ayame suddenly felt a pulsing sensation from his tool. She quickly realised what it meant as she prepared to receive the gift he had in store for her.

Damon’s grip on her head tightened as he held her in place, filling her mouth as he came.

It was only when he was done that he loosened his grip, and Ayame opened her lips wide, showing how big a gift he gave her.

Her index finger dipped in it, brushing it against her lips with a ravenous look before the girl finally gulped all of it down her throat.

And like a good girl she was, her mouth opened up once more to show that she had swallowed it all.

The look on her face, however, was far from over. Her eyes were filled with an unstoppable lust as she stood up onto the mattress and began to take off the remaining part of her clothing, her underwear.

She took her time, making sure he was watching until the small thong she was wearing dropped to the floor with a soft thud, and she began to climb on top of him.

Ayame positioned herself above his well-erected tool, splitting her lower lip with her fingers as she welcomed the tip in.

She moved slowly, allowing her body to welcome his massive tool inch by inch, shivering at every movement as Damon watched with a pleased look.

The sensation was otherworldly.

"Fuck..." Damon murmured as he took a firm hold of her thighs. He was fighting the urge to shove it in, his instincts screaming at him to go all the way.

Ayame suddenly stopped halfway in, the feeling of her hymen being torn made her gasp for a second.

She leaned toward him, her chest resting on his as she whispered in his ear. "It’s my first time..."

For some reason, this had awakened something in Damon. His hands took a firm grip on her hips as he began to help shove her up and down.

Satisfied moans filled the air from Ayame’s lips, while needy gasps for air escaped Damon’s mouth. Their bodies collided and mingled together in a torrent of passionate motions. She worked her way down his massive tool, still only two-thirds down its length as he continued to stretch her insides to fit him.

"Yes...!"

Her body began to shiver more with each dive, her movements becoming almost frenzied as she was nearing her climax. Her moans grew louder with each second now, the thin wooden walls most certainly unable to contain them, but in the moment, neither of them cared.

With a final, almost desperate jump, she shoved all of his length into her, feeling it almost in her stomach as her body began to tremble in climax. Damon was done at the same time, shooting deep inside her and marking her as his.

The girl collapsed on top of him, her ragged breath brushing against his ear with his tool still inside of her. A satisfied grin flashed across her face as she could feel his sticky liquid inside of her, the place it belongs to, according to her.

They simply lay there for a couple of moments while catching their ragged breaths until Damon finally began to speak.

"...That was..."

"...Amazing." She finished the sentence for him before her gaze lifted to meet his. "Now you can never forget that you belong to me," she added with a mischievous smile that was a lot more in her nature than the soft look she showed earlier.