Noticing how nervous she seemed, very different from her usual behavior, Jonathan couldn't resist the temptation to tease her a little.

"What is this cute and shy little creature~?" The screen light on his phone was dim, but he was sure she could see the teasing smile on his face.

Immediately losing her embarrassment, Elizabeth looked at him with a furrowed brow. "Who are you calling cute and shy?"

Knowing that his provocation had worked, Jonathan continued to smile. "You, who else would it be~?" Although understandable, given the male mindset, being called cute was almost a personal insult.

Frowning even more, she huffed before speaking. "Then I'll show you who's cute." Then she approached him with long strides.

With his eyebrows raised, Jonathan was surprised when she simply pushed him onto the bed.

With his arms hanging loosely at his sides, Jonathan blinked as he saw her above him, a small smile appearing on her face as she approached.

Stopping with her face just inches from his, she spoke in a low tone. "Who's the cute one now~?"

'You, you're still the cute one.' Holding his thoughts, he simply smiled in response, then spoke calmly. "It was sensual and all, but I think it's better if we take it slow instead of jumping straight to the end, don't you think?"

Winking in response, she stood up and sat down next to him. "Right."

As he straightened up, he continued smiling, noticing that she was getting nervous again, but he disguised it with a calm expression.

"So..." He looked around for a moment before turning back to her. "Do you intend to do this in total darkness or..."

"Oh." With a brief exclamation, she got out of bed, guided by the light of his cell phone, went to the bedside table and turned on a lamp, adjusting the orange light to a dimmer level.

"I prepared this." She gestured towards the lamp.

He nodded, noticing how the orange light only covered the bed and the area around it.

"There's still that." Muttering softly, she went to the wardrobe and, taking a towel, placed it on the floor at the bottom of the door opening. "It's just to be sure, in case the light is still visible on the other side."

He glanced at the towel on the floor, then looked back at her, smiling. "And it also helps to muffle the sound, doesn't it?"

She didn't say anything, but she looked away for a moment before looking back at him, making it clear that she had thought about it too.

Getting up, he went to the bedside table and placed his cell phone on it, turning to her, he asked. "So? How do you want to start? I suggest we start with kisses and a few touches."

But to his surprise, she shook her head. "No...first, let's take off our clothes."

Looking at her, he nodded, then gestured for her to come closer. "Come here, or do you intend to take your clothes off over there?" He smiled.

Without saying a word, she approached and stopped in front of him.

Still smiling, he then reached for the hem of his shirt, gently lifting it until he took it off, finally leaving his torso bare.

For her, the way he took it off was practically provocative, the way the fabric clung to the upper part of his torso as he raised his arms, the veins in his arms standing out against the warm light.

As his defined abdominal muscles gradually emerged as his shirt rode up, he and those muscles that created that V shape down to his groin seemed to invite her to touch them.

And then there was his defined chest, the slight separation between the muscles in the middle looking particularly inviting—no, actually, to her, the whole chest looked... "lickable."

She released the breath she didn't even know she was holding when he finally took off his shirt, her heart pounding in her chest.

Throwing his shirt onto the bed, he looked at her, smiling, seeing how mesmerized she seemed. 'Yes, all that training was worth it.' "Aren't you going to take off your shirt?"

Coming out of her trance, she met his eyes, then lowered her gaze, focusing on the hem of his shirt. Reaching down and grasping it, she removed the shirt.

He watched in complete satisfaction as she lifted her shirt, the warm color covering her chocolate skin as if adding more "flavor".

His gaze lingered on her flat stomach, a slight visible definition, the curve of her waist to her hips, and finally on her breasts covered by the embroidered black bra.

And he noticed a detail about this last point: the women here preferred sports bras and wide panties; lingerie being something more associated with the male audience. This didn't mean that women didn't wear it, only that many preferred not to.

'Damn, she's fucking hot.' Clicking his tongue internally, he felt his already throbbing erection forcing its way out of his pants; it seemed to cry out for freedom as his eyes, filled with desire, practically devoured her.

And he made sure to make his desire clear by looking her directly in the eyes after admiring her half-naked torso.

She met his gaze without looking away, a similar desire reflected in hers as she returned his gaze.

Without saying anything, he then abruptly took off his shorts, leaving him in just his underwear.

Her eyes widened in response, not only from the shock of seeing him in just his underwear, but mainly from the long, thick object pressing against the brown fabric; it was big, very big.

His mouth opened slightly as the shock intensified; that thing went from the middle of his pelvis to the corner of his waist, the tip even stretching the fabric as it barely passed his waist.

'I'm fucked...in so many ways...' She thought in silent shock, already anxiously imagining how that thing would enter her.

Standing in front of her, he placed his hands on his hips while smiling, pleased with her reaction. 'Yes, keep massaging my ego.' He resisted the temptation to strike some poses."Your time."

After being informed by him, she did her part, feeling both anxious and excited, placing her hands on the waistband of her shorts and gently pulling them down.

As she pulled her legs away, she let them fall to the ground while straightening up, meeting his gaze which, after a brief exchange of glances, he then looked down.

And she could see firsthand how he swallowed hard, his Adam's apple visibly descending, his eyes fixed on her with such intensity that she could almost physically feel them.

Indeed, he was mesmerized by the masterpiece that stood half-naked before him, his heart pounding with excitement and desire.

A pair of embroidered black panties covered her crotch, the fabric clinging to her skin and outlining the shape of her tight vaginal lips.

Her thick thighs were completely exposed, the glow of the lamp serving as a halo, almost as if displaying something divine.

Barely able to contain himself, he pointed to the bed. "Sit down."

Surprised for a moment, she didn't react immediately because, in fact, she was just thinking about asking him to start by giving her oral sex.

But remembering where he came from, she put her surprise aside.

Doing as he asked, she sat on the edge of the bed and, doing exactly what she had been thinking, he knelt in front of her.

Swallowing nervously, she slowly spread her legs.

Swallowing the saliva that was rapidly increasing in his mouth, he waited with anticipation until she opened her legs completely.

There he stood, staring, his penis throbbing in response to the full, close-up view of her vagina, the fabric clinging to those small, firm, tight mounds being the only barrier preventing him from having a complete view.

Looking away, he gazed at her thighs, instinctively raising his hand and gently caressing them, his touch causing her to squirm momentarily, feeling a shiver run through her.

Returning his focus to the main course, he approached slowly, his eyes turning upwards to meet hers, seeing the silent anticipation in her gaze.

As he drew closer, he lowered his gaze, focusing on the lips in front of him before closing his eyes and burying his face in them.

Then, feeling the warmth and softness against his face, he inhaled.

Deep.

She shuddered momentarily once more at his action, this time becoming more excited by how lecherous he seemed.

"Hmm~ Oh, yes~"

She heard him murmur in a low tone.as his hands gripped her thighs, spreading her legs even wider so he could bury his face deeper, causing her to lean back slightly as she supported herself.

"That nice smell~...it smells like roses and...chocolate~"

Amidst the excitement and anxiety, she found herself raising her eyebrows. "Really?"

He turned his face away from her private parts and smiled at her. "What? I'm just saying what I felt."

She rolled her eyes at him. "Whatever." But the little smile on her face betrayed her feelings.

Seeing that she smiled at his words, he turned his attention downwards, his anticipation growing about what he was about to do.

With his heart pounding, he calmly raised his hand in front of him, his fingers finally gently touching the soft, warm skin.

But he didn't stop there; he used the same fingers to push the fabric aside, slowly revealing the small, tightly packed mounds underneath.

Inhaling deeply reflexively, he could finally see her completely bare vaginal lips, the chocolate-colored skin glistening slightly with increasing moisture, the clitoris vaguely visible in a reddish hue.

Noticing her complete lack of hair, he reached out with his other hand, holding her panties in the corner with one hand, and touched her with the other.

The warmth, softness, and moisture reached his fingers as he rubbed them slowly for a moment, then, feeling they weren't moist enough, he brought his fingers to his mouth before returning to his lips.

He stroked her back and forth, up and down, with his index and middle fingers, then used his thumb to stimulate her clitoris while increasing the speed.

She could already feel the small waves of pleasure that invaded her mind and body with each of his strokes, her breath occasionally catching as she watched with deep exhalations through her nose.

Thinking he had touched her enough, at least for now, he pulled his hand away and brought his face closer, this time his lips touching hers directly.

"Hm~" She let out a soft moan as she felt him suck on her clitoris, his tongue licking around and over it, as if savoring it.

And he really was, his mouth watering as he licked and sucked eagerly, as if it were the sweetest fruit he had ever tasted, although curiously, he could actually taste a slight sweetness.

'It must be the pineapple.' He opened his eyes to look at her, seeing her with her lips slightly parted as her chest relaxed and sank deeply with each breath; with that sight, he knew he was doing a good job.

And in fact, he was doing so well that she was already at her limit.

'I...can't...come now!' Clenching her teeth and fists, she tried to resist the increasingly strong reaction, but it proved futile.

Even knowing that Jonathan wouldn't mind, her feminine pride prevented her from accepting it easily.

But unfortunately, her pride did not control her body, because, like any other virgin woman in this world, she was precocious.

"Hm~!...Hm-Haaaannnh~"

Letting out a long, weak moan, she found herself trembling slightly as she tilted her head back, her eyes closing with the pure pleasure that flooded her brain in an orgasm.

"Haah...haah..."

Exhaling through her mouth, she slowly opened her eyes, the remnants of the plea still in her mind. Lowering her head, she saw his head trapped between her still-spasming thighs, causing her to spread them open.

Feeling the intense sweetness on his tongue caused by Elizabeth's orgasm, he clicked his tongue, savoring it. 'That was quick.'

Not that he cared; this difference in the biology of women here was in no way relevant to him.

When he looked up and met her eyes, he saw her face with a somewhat disoriented expression, breathing through her mouth, her bangs slightly stuck to her forehead.

Smiling with immense satisfaction at the sight, he spoke. "Now it's my turn."

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