| Fan Fiction |
by Decadence
Arron licked her lips filled with cream, ‘creamy! I like…’ then his hands went downwards and another arm hugged on tighter.
‘No Arron…’ Hebe moaned. ‘Not here…’ she continued as Arron’s hand slowly went under her skirt slowly pulling her panties downwards. ‘Hot pink! So cute.’ Arron said as he took out her panties ‘Arron!’ Hebe squealed because he was swinging her panties on his index finger. His hands went back down and started stroking onto the soft tufts of her curls; desire flood through him as his realized it was already damp. ‘Naughty Hebe.’ He teased. Hebe didn’t argue back, she was more interest in her snack. Arron slowly nibbled onto her neck, marking her.
Then his finger slowly went further in, shackled his need long enough to trace her swollen folds, and to make her shiver from his touch, instead of concentrating on her cake.
Slowly the hot wetness met his fingertips; he slowly slid one finger in, then he stroked once then twice- her walls clamped tightly onto his finger. Then he stroked again, then withdrew his finger, then pressed another finger in with the previous one. Overwhelmed by the touch, she responded to the caress, opening to his penetration, relaxing her thighs and hips.
Arron took the cake and placed it back on the side table, shifted in front of her, withdrew his fingers from her entrance, as he used them to guide the throbbing head of his erection into the soft flesh. But before he could free it, Hebe stopped him. ‘Arron, no… we’re in the car.’ ‘So?’ ‘People can tell, wait till we get back.’ ‘But…’ Arron was showing her puppy eyes.
In Hebe’s mind ‘No No No… Hebe resist! You can’t do it here, even though I want to do it as much as him but… the car will shake, everyone will notice.’
‘Arron… No!’ Hebe said firmly. ‘But… little Arron needs a little air and its feeling cold.’ Arron pout. ‘Then zip up your pants and sit down they are coming.’ Hebe said as she looks for her panties and put it back on. Then she took the cake continue eating and pretended nothing happened, leaving Arron sitting on the seat next to her.
‘Where’s the chauffeur?’ Wang Zi asked. ‘He went for a walk.’ Arron replied coldly because he had no mood, especially with an erection not relieved. ‘We need to shoot with one more gown and we’re done.’ Wang Zi told them and went to changing van to change, with was behind the limo.
The changing van is a special van, because the back of the van was a changing and make up room. It’s like a portable salon.
‘Don’t be so glum.’ Hebe said feeding Arron some cake. Arron was still in a bad mood. ‘How about we go back now and continue where we stopped.’ Hebe said trying to make him happier. ‘Okay.’ Arron grabbed her hand and called a cab and they went back.
Arron sent a message to Wang Zi. ‘We took a cab home already, so don’t hurry.’