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[???? SIP IT – Iggy Azalea ft. Tyga.]
Under the maroon accents of his dorm chambers, Rafel surrendered Aya to a nice sleep. He drew the sheets over her, having just fed her with his blood. She'd had a mild concussion after the incident with the Hyde at the restaurant. Rafel watched her a while, before softly shutting the curtains and dipping out.
He moved to let her rest it out, while his pure demon blood worked its healing magic inside of her.
Clad in running shorts and a swamping black tank, Rafel made his way to Brightburn Hall; a particular lush snow-blonde was on his mind. It was yet an hour till complete nightfall, and he knew a game would be on. Rafel took the shortcuts through to the Hall, hopping a fifteen-foot chain link fence more than once.
He met the game at half time.
Rafel noticed Cora immediately. His snow blonde.
With a face and body like that, she was impossible to miss. He played for the opposite team on the basketball courts, noticing she avoided eye—and body—contact with him; just before he would accost her when she was with the ball, Cora would toss it to another teammate of hers. All to avoid him.
After the game, Rafel approached. Spotting him closing in, Cora ended her small talk with the winning team: her team, and started away. Rafel jogged the splashy linoleum floors to catch up with her. "Hey, Corazón, what's going on? You've been giving me the cold shoulder. Cora?"
The gorgeous tomboy whirled around. "Seriously, Israfel?" Cora rolled her eyes. "My girlfriend had to wear a neck brace for a week 'cuz of what you did to her."
Oh, Skyla.
Before Rafel could offer any defense for himself, Cora disappeared through the bleachers and out into the long corridors. Rafel stood alone for a bit. It was cold out; night had fallen fully, the windows glass heralded a sleepy darkness outside, and he proposed to take a hot shower before heading back to his dorm.
Rafel headed to the boys locker room.
He was bent over a porcelain cusp, splashing water on his face when he saw Cora walk in, in the mirror overhead. Their eyes' met. Before he could speak, she raised her hand to stop him. "Don't even! I'm only here because the girls bathroom is brim full. I dislike chatter when I'm in the shower.
I thought no one would be here. Boys tend to head on sweaty to their dorms after the game. I'll just use the restroom and head on out."
Rafel nodded. "Sure. If you wanna pee, you can. . .pee."
He cleared his throat awkwardly—it was always this way with him and Cora. The marine-eyed lesbian narrowed her eyes on him. She turned for the third stall on the row.
Rafel started, "Hey. I just want to say I'm s—"
Cora slammed the door in his face.
"Yep. I deserve that." Rafel talked through the plastic. "I just want to say I'm sorry about Skyla. I was in Dire mode. I couldn't control it—"
"Quit talking, Israfel. I'm trying to pee here!" Cora's sultry voice admonished.
Rafel fell silent. And three seconds later, he heard the trickling sound. Rafel went breathless. He looked around; the bathroom was empty. 'Don't do it.' he berated his mind. But it wouldn't listen.
Rafel stepped closer and glued his body to the door, listening in with his ear on the surface.
The sound of any other female urinating would not appeal to him, but when it was Cora. . .
'Lord Almighty!' Rafel felt his dick spear the door.
He listened to the sound the soft falls of her urine made with the toilet bowl.
SSSIS. SISSS. SSSIS...
Cora had begun to jerk against his face. Her hands grasped hard to his red hair and she locked her thighs around his head like a wrestler's.
"—I know you were watching me throughout the game. . .wanting me? I know it. You like having me all sweaty and fired up. You want it.
I want it to, Israfel. I want it bad. This fair pussy is yours, all day long. This fuckin' slit? Come on, taste it. Get your nose all up in there.
God, you are so fucking hot."
Rafel gave a guttural sound, muffled up in her sweet pie. She was velvet and silky. He was thirsty as a starved deer. He was.
Cora was still talking dirty.
"You want this fucking pussy, oh yeah? Take it! Take this fucking sweaty, dirty pussy. Ohh godd! I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum all over your beautiful face, Israfel.
Tell me to come for you. Tell me, Israfel, please."
Rafel raised his head—just a smidge, from the heat and hollow of delicious female.
"Come for me, beautiful Corazón."
Cora grabbed to the toilet bowl, shut her eyes, and climaxed so hard she nearly broke apart the porcelain. She was jumping all over Rafel's face. He too had his cock out, pumping himself hard under her. Cora drew back an inch to release a stream of warm fluid all over his face. She rubbed her clit, squirting and squirting, orgasming so beautifully, her cries subdued by Rafel's fingers in her mouth.
She sucked them while he imagined the same pressure of her lips on his cock.
Cora drew him up abrupty.
"Feed me your cock!"
Rafel was hesitant, and she grabbed his thigh. He pulled back just as her tongue would touch him. The pink toweled his huge bulb and Cora hissed in delight. "Fuck." She grabbed to his ass and dragged him in. Spreading her legs to accept him, she swallowed him deep down into her throat.
On the first suck, Rafel unleashed his seed like a waterfall.
It crashed like rapids into her gullet. Her mouth was so tight and hot: a channel of manic lust, and her lips a sensous bow around the velvet skin of his dick. Cora gulped thrice to swallow all he gave, all the while pumping her mouth hard and fast over his nosh.
SLURP.
SLURP.
SLURP.
Rafel's hand slammed the stall. And when he thought he just might faint from cumming so hard and fast, Cora released him.
POP!
His thick shaft slid out her plush lips, slanting like a fat python down his chiseled abs.
Cora suddenly pushed him away from her. He hit the left wall of the stall as she rose off the toilet seat and grabbed her discarded undies.
"We really need to stop doing this," she said. And then she was out the door, leaving Rafel with drained balls, collapsed in a squat, and the most satisfied smile of a totally fulfilled demon male.
'We really need to stop doing this,' he replayed Cora's words.
Huh? Fuck that!