Adult Stuff
"Mmmmmmmmm-Mmmmmmmmm," Alice let out a soft moan.
There he was, no saint with no inhibitions, just consumed by his sexual desires. His eyes were fixated on her breasts, watching them rise and fall, igniting a longing within him.
"Angel, what's your size?" Alice inquired.
Alisha, who had been crying, was taken aback by his question. "What size?" she asked, her voice breaking from the intensity of her tears.
"Your breast size," Alice clarified.
Alisha's eyes widened in disbelief. How could he be so shameless as to ask such a question? "My breast size?" she repeated, shocked.
"Don't you even know your own size?,”Alice smirked.
Alisha, embarrassed and emotional, struggled to respond. "I know I have breasts, but why do you want to know the size?" she managed to say through her tears.
"Because I want to know. Why shouldn't I ask?" Alice retorted.
"Because they're my breasts," Alisha replied.
"You are mine, so everything about you is mine too. There's nothing you can hide," Alice asserted. "But your size looks like a B-cup, Angel, so small."
Alisha's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She couldn't believe he was commenting on her breast size in such a demeaning manner. "You can't say that. It's not right. How can you talk to me like this?" she protested.
"What's wrong with asking? I asked what I wanted to ask. There's nothing wrong with it. Your breasts may be small, but they looked good in my hands when I bathed you,"Alice smiled at her discomfort.
Alisha raised her voice, "What do you mean? How can you say such things?"
Alice smirked at her reaction. "I can do many more things, things you wouldn't want to know about."
Alisha felt uneasy. His words and demeanour were unsettling. "I'm in pain, leave me," she pleaded.
"You're in pain, Angel, but how about I lick your pain away? You'll feel better," Alice suggested with a smirk.
Alisha immediately shook her head. "No. Are you a dog? Why would you lick me? You're human."
Alice wanted to slap her for her naivety. He was trying to engage in a lewd conversation, and she was taking it as if he meant something innocent. She seemed completely clueless.
"You're out of your mind," he said in frustration.
"Your penis is touching my vagina through my panties, remove it," Alisha said.
Alice felt himself getting aroused by her words. She was speaking so innocently, yet her words were provocative.
"You know what you're saying, Angel," he said in a dark tone, his eyes filled with lust.
"I know what I'm saying. I'm aware that you're between my legs and your private part is touching me. It's wrong because a man and a woman shouldn't be in this position,” Alisha sighed.
"How should a man and a woman do it then? Tell me, I'm ready to learn," Alice said with a hint of sarcasm. "Enlighten me, because it seems you're quite knowledgeable about this topic.”
Alisha, upon hearing him, exclaimed, "There's no way you should touch me."
Alice smirked and retorted, "You know I can touch you, Angel."
Saying this, he grabbed her breast, leaving her gasping in shock, unable to comprehend what was happening to her.
She screamed in fear, "Ah! Remove your hand from my breast!"
"Is this your breast? I thought you called it a boob,"Alice asked.
Alisha, with a startled voice, replied, "Yeah, breast... now please remove your hand."
She couldn't fathom his inappropriate touch, consumed by thoughts of his intrusive actions.
"Didn't you call it a boob? Then how did it become a breast?" as he pressed a bit harder,"You are surely a softy."
Alisha screamed, "This is not a ball to press like this! What are you doing?"
Alice pressed again, this time harder, saying, "But surely it feels like a ball, but a soft one."
Alisha struggled to free herself, feeling the increasing pressure on her breast.
She cried in pain, "What are you doing? Why are you squeezing my breast like this? It's my body part, not something to be pressed."
Tears streamed down her face, expressing the pain she was enduring.
Alice, seeing her tears, frustratedly remarked, "Why do you always cry? I did nothing to cause you this pain."
Alisha pleaded, "Leave me, it's not funny at all. Can't you see I'm in pain?"
Before any response, a knock on the door interrupted them, and Alice's mom inquired, "What is happening? Why is the door closed?"
Alice struggled to conceal his frustration, realising his mother's presence added a layer of complexity.
Alisha, trying to compose her words, informed, "Aunty is calling."
Alice, internally battling his anger, resolved, "Better control your anger, Alice. You'll regret it."
As they heard Alice's mom, he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply to regain composure.
"Better keep your mouth shut if you don't want to get punished. If you speak too much now, you'll regret it," He warned Alisha.
Alisha, visibly scared, refrained from further comments. Alice, frustrated and aroused, contemplated the challenges of the morning.
The door opened, and Alice faced his mom, “ What the hell Alice ?What are you doing”,
Alice, sighing, responded, "Adult stuff," and left without further explanation.
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