The expectation, nervousness and sheer excitement of Gagk'Xannia is getting way stronger than what she had thought possible.
N'Ïrk's hand hasn't stop it's playful motion, going under the damsel's skirt, and reaching with his fingers the magenta fabric of the thong, rubbing slowly the lower abdominal area, teasing with going further down as the gentle tips of his digits traverse the female's body.
A powerful squirm causes a deep inhalation followed by a long exhalation that leaves Gagk'Xannia quite close to being breathless.
The obscure veil of the early morning is occulting the libidinous act in which she is the stellar actress, and the waiting period for her first kiss is turning nigh unbearable.
She wants to urge N'Ïrk, moving on her own to know what does it feel what she has seen and heard her friends doing.
But the damsel cannot do the final step on her own. She decided to be a «Good Girl», and like one, she is doing her best attempt to control her turbulent and primitive impulses.
Perhaps if she had decided to be a «Bad Girl», it would be a different outcome, taking the initiative like the bold Gyarus.
Even so, the aftermath is what worries her, the idea of being punished is both tempting and terrifying.
What could N'Ïrk possibly say?. Order?. Or do?. Gagk'Xannia doesn't know, and that uncertainty is as intoxicating as the vanilla scent in the two milkshakes the barista brought silently. A kind gesture to not ruin the intimate moment between the newly but rushed couple.
The hand holding the lady's nape, guides her slightly, allowing N'Ïrk to patiently rub his nose with a featherlightly touch along the damsel's neck.
The choker is in the way, but is an ephemeral obstacle, advancing to the chin, and brushing the plump black lips.
He can smell the sweet aroma of vanilla in Gagk'Xannia's breath, an additional reason for him to abandon the lethargic approach.
While giving a short, tentative lick to the female's thick lips. N'Ïrk simultaneously presses the moistened thong with his middle finger, running it vertically along the fabric, boldly introducing himself under the garment, circling the hardened little knob.
The dissonance with the initial approach stunns the poor inexperienced Gagk'Xannia, who opens her mouth, defenseless and unprepared for the following switch on the young man's attitude.
N'Ïrk's lips merge with her's, passionately, yet, the young man's tongue goes uninvited through the black meaty lips of the female, infiltrating her effortlessly.
With no opposition, or complain from the dizzy and ecstatic lady. Is simple for the young man to dominate overwhelmingly the innocent tongue of his partner.
Ravaging with suppressive and relentless strokes the naive female, who is silently taught that her tongue can function as a fleshlight, getting trained by the sensation that is overtaking her senses.
The slow method subdues and corrupts the novice lady, numbing her with a vast bliss that is far from counting as the beginning.
With a twisting pinch from N'Ïrk's fingers, the poor Gagk'Xannia gets a jolt of pleasure, her clit getting stimulated in a way she never dare to even dream about it.
Completely bewildered, she comprehends how pleasurable a kiss can be. Heated and intimate. Questioning if she could live deprived of such gift. Especially if N'Ïrk is going to tease her or pinch her again.
Their lips separate, a thread of saliva still connects them, indicating a similar outcome would occur if N'Ïrk's fingers delve into the untouched slit of Gagk'Xannia.
"How dere you to seduce another young lady when i am chasing you for take advantage of my friend!. You Rascal!".
To the beat of the loud scream of a lady, a retractable baton crashes on the back of N'Ïrk's head. The momentum makes him go forward, his forehead bashing against Gagk'Xannia's.
Both youngsters are unharmed, the Emeneld coveting their silhouettes had protect them from the damage received.
However, the unprovoked attack has ignited a fierce fury in the couple, both glaring intently with the primordial need of causing a bloodshed.
The killer gazes are directed to a young lady of pastel orange skin with a light coral shade, wearing a dark beige uniform that is from a boarding school for ladys.
This feminine newcomer has metalized deep blue hair tied in a bun with a short braid. Her serious stern attitude is enhanced with the natural dark lines under her dark purple eyes with white pupils, and she is barely flinching with the challenging bearing of the angered couple.
"Barvro Bartolomé!. Come with me to the Enforcer's Station, or i'll drag you away unconscious!".
Before N'Ïrk or Gagk'Xannia can respond, the barista intervenes. He is a young man with short blue hair, white silver irises surrounding his slit pupils, and his body frame is slender but toned.
"You have the wrong guy. This two lovebirds have been kissing for over two hours… , I saw a redhead dude running away in that direction, one minute, or two ago".
The barista points to the exit, and the lady nods, ready to keep her persecution with a sprint, but instead, she almost stumbles against the barista, who stands in the way.
"Where do you think you are going?. Just because the current trend is to wear black clothes with a wine-colored shirt, doesn't mean you should treat everyone like criminals. You better apologize and make amends with this two. Or i will be the one taking you into the Enforcer's Station for assault and disturbing the Public order".
"I understand". The lady agrees, recognizing her fault, performing a respectful bow to the barista, and turning to face the somehow amused couple.
"I am Dyll'Phá Carionni. Let me apologize for my severe error. Please, instruct me in how to compensate you for mistakenly confusing you for a Lecherous Playboy".
The way the phrase was crafted, makes Gagk'Xannia's eyes literally sparkling on emotion, looking at her boyfriend with a playful, dirty and mischievous smile.
Having a wild guess around his Girlfriend kinks, and wanting to take revenge. N'Ïrk foresees a very good and long penance for Dyll'Phá…