We walked side by side along the park’s winding path toward the parking area. The afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting shifting patterns of light on the ground. Kayleen kept a small distance between us, her arms still crossed, eyes scanning our surroundings. A couple of joggers passed by, nodding politely as they ran. I stayed quiet, not wanting to push her too much too soon.

We reached my car a couple of minutes later. I unlocked it and we both got in. I drove out of the main parking lot and headed toward a quieter area I knew nearby, an old service road behind a closed industrial building. Tall trees and overgrown bushes lined both sides, giving plenty of cover. No cameras, no foot traffic. Perfect.

I killed the engine and parked in a shaded spot where we couldn’t be seen from the main road.

Without saying a word, Kayleen reached back and tied her short black hair into a tight ponytail. She leaned over the center console, her movements efficient and businesslike. She unbuttoned my pants, pulled down the zipper, and tugged them down along with my boxers just enough to free my cock.

Her hand wrapped around me. She stroked me slowly at first, then harder, working me until I was fully hard in her grip. Her touch was firm and experienced.

Once I was ready, I tore open a condom wrapper and rolled it down my shaft.

Thankfully, I was ready for this, buying Sensual Oil already.

I mean, I could hypnotize her, but I couldn’t let my reputation sink any lower than it already had. Sooner or later, I was going to buy points and bring my reputation back to neutral.

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Evan Marlowe [Level 21]

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EXP: 12385 / 31500

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Current Credits: 17687

Current SC: 700

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Kayleen looked at the condom on my cock, then at me. Without wasting words, she climbed over the center console and into the passenger seat. I reclined it all the way back, giving us more space, the leather creaking under our combined weight. She straddled me, facing me, her knees on either side of my hips. The position was tight and intimate inside the car, her tall frame hovering over me, her dark skin glowing in the dim, shaded light filtering through the trees.

I pulled the small bottle of sensual oil from my pocket. I poured a generous amount onto my fingers and rubbed it over her pussy and clit. The oil reacted almost instantly, warming on her skin and sending a visible shiver up her spine. She gasped, her back arching as the magic of the oil began to turn her nerve endings into live wires.

"What is that?" she asked, her voice already dropping into a breathy, desperate register.

"Something to make you feel every single second of this," I whispered.

The effect was instantaneous and overwhelming. Kayleen shivered hard as the amplified sensations hit her like a physical weight. Her pussy lips glistened with the warm oil, appearing slick and swollen in the shadows. I took the head of my cock and rubbed it against her entrance, teasing the rim while she whimpered.

I gripped her hips firmly and slowly pulled her down onto me. It was a slow-motion immersion. Inch by inch, her tight, wet pussy swallowed my cock until I was buried to the hilt. She let out a deep, guttural moan, her hands gripping my shoulders so hard her knuckles turned white.

"Fuck... you’re thick," she breathed, her forehead dropping to rest against mine.

I started thrusting up into her, slow, deep strokes that mapped out the entirety of her interior. The oil made everything unnaturally slick and warm, and with my Pleasure skill, every movement felt ten times more intense for her. I could feel her internal walls clenching around me, pulsing in a frantic rhythm as I fucked her steadily.

"Tell me about Brok," I said calmly, keeping my rhythm steady and unrelenting.

Kayleen blinked, her eyes hazy with lust. "What? Why are you... ahh!" Her words cut off into a sharp moan as I thrust harder, the car’s suspension giving a low groan of its own.

I kept my voice low and controlled, a stark contrast to the carnal heat filling the cabin. "You’re his favorite girl, right? He must talk a lot when he’s with you. Men like him always think they’re invincible when they’re between a girl’s legs."

I poured more oil on my thumb and started rubbing slow, heavy circles on her swollen clit while I fucked her. The combination made her entire body tremble. I could feel the heat radiating off her skin; she was getting close already, her resistance melting under the magical friction.

"I... I don’t know what you’re talking about," she lied, biting her lip and turning her head away.

I immediately slowed down, almost stopping, denying her the friction she was clearly desperate for. She tried to grind down on me, seeking the release, but I held her hips firmly in place, anchoring her so she couldn’t move an inch.

"Don’t lie to me, Kayleen," I whispered, teasing her with shallow, mocking thrusts that barely broke the surface. "I know you’ve been with him many times. What does he talk about when he’s drunk? When he thinks no one is listening?"

Her eyes rolled back slightly as overwhelming waves of pleasure crashed through her body, even with my minimal movement. She moaned loudly, her pussy fluttering around my cock in a series of desperate spasms.

"Fuck... fuck, that feels too good..." she whimpered, her hands wandering down my chest. She tried to ride me faster, but I kept total control, fucking her with slow strokes that made her toes curl.

"Answer me," I said, rubbing her clit faster, the oil making the friction feel like liquid fire. "Does he ever talk about his safe? The one in the back room? The one he thinks is so well hidden?"

Kayleen’s breathing was ragged, her chest heaving as she struggled for air. She was getting right to the edge again. Right when her pussy started clenching hard, signaling the start of a climax, I stopped moving completely. I held her still, my cock buried deep inside her, but frozen.

"No... no, please don’t stop," she begged, her voice breaking. She tried to rock her hips, her eyes wide with a mix of need and frustration.

"Then talk. The sooner you tell me, the sooner I finish this."