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"You sure you don't mind?" Cleo asked, her green eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned against the doorframe of Etho's home.
He looked at her, his eyes tracing the parts of her body that her clothes didn't hide. Cleo was a gorgeous woman, albeit undead, with tall and slender legs hugged by thigh-highs and short-shorts, a gorgeous mess of red curls, and a figure that seemed like it could only exist in fantasies. Yet here that figure was, belonging to a woman he called his friend, currently asking to borrow his balcony for some sunbathing.
"Not at all," Etho managed to say, his voice a bit more gruff than he intended. "It's all yours."
Cleo's lips curled into a knowing smile, and she sauntered off to the balcony, leaving Etho to stew in his thoughts. He couldn't help but feel a bit awkward, but he shrugged it off, deciding to take care of a few chores around the house. As he moved from room to room, the thought of her lounging outside in the warm sunlight began to distract him. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but his mind kept wandering back to the balcony.
After what felt like an eternity, Etho couldn't resist anymore. He walked up the stairs to the second floor, his curiosity piqued by the sounds of Cleo's quiet giggles and the rustling of fabric that had been floating down from the balcony. As he approached the doorway leading to the outdoor space, he paused, took a deep breath, and gently pushed it open.
The sight that greeted him was nothing short of breathtaking. Cleo lay on her back, her flawless skin kissed by the sun, her fiery red hair a stark contrast against the dark towel she'd brought. She had removed her top, her perfect breasts bare. Her shorts were gone too, revealing her luscious thighs, the curve of perfect ass, and her smooth pussy. The way her skin glistened with sunscreen and sweat made Etho's throat go dry.
"... Oh," Etho said involuntarily.
Cleo looked over her shoulder, peering over her sunglasses at him with a sly smile. "Like what you see?" she teased, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver down his spine. She knew she had his attention now, and she reveled in it.
Etho's eyes widened, and he felt his cheeks flush. He stuttered, trying to form a coherent sentence, but nothing came out. Instead, he averted his gaze, pretending to admire the view of the city beyond the balcony. "I, uh, I just came to check on you," he mumbled, his eyes darting back to her.
Cleo pushed herself up onto her elbows, her breasts swaying slightly with the movement. "Well, now that you're here," she began, her voice dropping an octave, "why don't you join me?"
Etho's heart skipped a beat. The flirty tone of her voice was unmistakable, and the way she bit her bottom lip as she spoke sent a jolt of electricity through his body.
"I-I don't know," he stuttered, his eyes still glued to her naked form as he figured out what to say that could possibly sound natural. "I don't have my sunscreen."
Cleo stared at him blankly and then cackled. The sound was beautiful, but Etho's eyes were locked on the equally beautiful sight of her breasts bouncing with each laugh. "You absolute dork. Come lay down next to me."
The way she said it was a command wrapped in a velvet glove, and Etho found himself moving before his brain had fully processed the situation. He sat down next to her, his clothed legs touching her bare ones. He could feel the heat coming off her body, and it was intoxicating.
"So, uh, what's with the nudity?" Etho finally managed to ask, his eyes glancing over her again.
She rolled her eyes. "Drop the niceties, Etho. I came over and got naked on your balcony because I'm in a mood and want to fuck. Does a girl need more of a reason?"
Her words were like a sledgehammer to his defenses. Etho's cheeks went from pink to a deep shade of crimson, and he stuttered. "I... I suppose not."
Cleo leaned over, her breath warm against his neck. "Good," she whispered, her hand trailing down his chest. "Let's get you undressed then."
Etho's eyes went wide. He felt his heart racing as she deftly took off his jacket and shirt, her cold fingers sending shivers through his body. He couldn't believe this was happening, but his body certainly did. It was responding in ways that were hard to ignore.
Her hand traveled down to the button of his pants, her eyes never leaving his. The moment her fingers grazed the zipper, Etho felt a surge of excitement, and his body responded accordingly. He grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her in for a kiss, quickly tugging down on his mask. Their mouths collided, tongues dancing in a passionate dance as he allowed his desire to take over.
Her cold touch sent shockwaves through his body as she unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. She took it in her hand, stroking it gently while their kiss deepened. The contrast between her icy skin and his burning arousal was intoxicating. Etho's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but they all boiled down to one: he wanted her.
Breaking the kiss, he looked into her eyes, which were now hungry with desire. He knew he couldn't resist her much longer. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice thick with need.
"Oh, I'm sure," she murmured, her hand still wrapped around his shaft, stroking it in a way that made his toes curl. "Now let's get this monster fully in my mouth, shall we?"
Etho couldn't hold back anymore. He groaned as he watched her lean over, her red hair cascading around them like a fiery curtain. She took his cock into her mouth, her cool, wet tongue swirling around it. The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, a mix of heat and cold that made him shiver in the hot sun. He watched as her eyes closed in pleasure, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper.
She bobbed her head up and down along his cock, dutifully taking every inch he had to offer. Etho's eyes rolled back in his head as the pleasure grew more intense with each passing moment. The way she sucked on him was almost as if she were trying to draw out his very soul. He could feel the wetness of her mouth, the caress of her tongue, the gag in her throat. It was heavenly, and he was falling deeper into it with every passing second.
Cleo's head bobbed rhythmically as she worked on Etho's cock, her eyes peeking up at him from under her lashes every so often to gauge his reaction. Etho's hands found their way to her hair, his fingers tangling in the soft ginger locks as he gently guided her movements. The sound of her slurping filled the air, driving him to the edge.
He leaned back, his eyes drifting shut as he lost himself in the sensation of her mouth on him. Her technique was flawless, a blend of slow, deep-throating and quick, light sucks that had him on the edge of his seat. He felt the tension coil in his stomach, his toes curling in his shoes as he fought the urge to push her head down further.
She took him out of her mouth and straddled him, her nakedness pressing against his clothed body. She grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him hard, her tongue probing his mouth as she ground her wetness against his erection.
"Mmm," Cleo moaned against his lips, her hips rocking against his now painfully hard cock. "You taste so good." She pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with desire. "But I want more," she whispered, her breath hot on his neck.
Her hands slithered down his chest and found the hem of his pants. With a practiced ease, she slid them off, her fingernails scraping against his skin as she pulled them down. Etho's cock slapped against her stomach as she went, a wet sound that made Cleo smirk. She took him in her hand again, stroking him with a grip that was just tight enough to make him groan.
It was then that something in him snapped. He stood up abruptly, lifting her with him, and pinning her against the wall, her legs wrapped around his hips.
"My turn," he growled, a sudden assertiveness in his voice that made her eyes widen with excitement. She knew he had it in him, but seeing it come out was a thrill she hadn't anticipated. He ripped her sunglasses off and tossed them aside, his gaze intense and hungry.
Her hands roamed over his body, feeling every muscle tense as she tightened her legs around his waist. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Etho's thumbs brushed the undersides of her breasts before he cupped them fully. They felt so soft, so perfect in his hands. He squeezed gently, feeling her nipples harden against his palms. Cleo gasped, her hips bucking.
"You like that?" he murmured, a smug smile playing on his lips.
Cleo nodded, her breaths coming in short gasps. "Yeah," she managed to say, her eyes half-lidded with lust. "I want more."
Etho placed his hands under Cleo's ass, lifting her up so that he could place his mouth to her breasts, taking one hardened nipple between his teeth. He sucked and bit down, eliciting a low moan from her. She arched her back, pushing herself further into his mouth. He switched to the other one, giving it the same treatment. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving little half-moons in his skin.
He continued to explore her body with his mouth, his tongue tracing patterns across her collarbone, down to the valley between her breasts, and then back up again. Each touch was calculated, each suck and nip designed to push her closer to the edge. Etho was a man who knew what he was doing, and he wasn't about to let this opportunity go to waste.
Cleo's breath grew ragged as Etho's teeth grazed her nipples, her body trembling in anticipation. He knew exactly how much pressure to apply, how to manipulate her sensitive flesh to drive her wild. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, and she threw her head back, crying out.
He could feel her pussy getting wetter as she was rubbed against his stomach with every thrust of her hips. He took one hand off her ass and put a thumb to her clit. He circled it gently, teasing it until she was whimpering out pleas for more. He increased the pressure, her moans growing louder and desperate.
Cleo's eyes rolled back in her head as he played with her clit, her legs tightening around his torso. "Oh, fuck," she breathed, her voice shaky. "Etho, I'm so close."
Etho's desire was a beast that had been unleashed. He didn't need any more encouragement. With a swift movement, he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed inside her. She was so wet and tight that he had to fight the urge to cum immediately. She was like a glove made of pure pleasure, and he was lost in it.
Cleo's eyes went wide as he filled her completely, her walls clamping down around him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into another deep kiss as they found a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure crashing through both of them.
"You're so big," she murmured against his mouth, her voice thick with lust. "Fuck me harder, Etho."
Etho groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he obliged, driving into her with a ferocity that was both surprising and exhilarating. Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders, leaving little red marks, but he didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of her wrapped around him, her pussy squeezing him with every thrust.
Cleo egged him on, her voice a siren's call that he couldn't resist. "Harder," she urged, her voice a whip crack that sent him hurtling towards oblivion. "Fuck me like you mean it, Etho."
Her words were like fuel to a fire. He pounded into her with a force that made the balcony railings rattle as Etho pounded her into the wall, her gasps and moans music to his ears. Her sounds may have been submissive, but her eyes gleamed with challenge. He slammed into her, each thrust shouting how committed he was to fucking her senseless.
And then, without warning, Etho stopped. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices, and she pouted, confused, as she stood on her wobbly legs. "What's wrong?" she panted, her voice a breathless whisper.
He glared at her, focused on his mission. "I want to try something," he said, his voice low and gruff with desire.
Cleo raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh?" she replied, a smirk playing on her lips. "What's that?"
Etho stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to strip off the rest of his clothes. His muscles flexed as he moved, each motion calculated to tantalize. "Bend over," he ordered when he was finally naked.
Cleo's eyes sparkled with excitement as she obeyed, placing her palms on the balcony railing and sticking her ass out towards him. The sun kissed her skin, making it glow with an ethereal light that made Etho's cock throb even more. He stepped up behind her, his hand running along the side of her waist before resting on her large ass. He smacked it.
The sound echoed through the air, and she jolted forward, a surprised giggle escaping her lips. "Look who's feisty today..." she purred, looking back at him over her shoulder.
Etho didn't respond with words. Instead, he positioned himself behind her, aligning his cock with her wet pussy. He pushed into her, and she gasped, her cheeks flushing. He held onto her hips, his grip firm as he slowly slid back in. He grabbed the bottle of oil that Cleo had used on herself to sunbathe and poured it onto her asshole.
Cleo felt the cool liquid trickle down, making her shiver. "What are you..." she began to ask, but Etho cut her off with a smack to her ass, the sound echoing around them.
"Trust me," he said, his voice thick with lust. He spread the oil around her tight entrance with his thumb, pushing it inside just a bit.
Cleo's breath hitched as she felt his thumb invade her ass, the sensation foreign and yet oddly thrilling. "Oh, Etho," she moaned, pushing back into his hand.
Without warning, he thrust into her pussy once more, filling her completely. She gripped the railing tightly, her knuckles turning white. "Fuck," she hissed, her body adjusting to the sudden pounding.
Etho's thumb circled her tight asshole, the oil making it easier for him to slide it in and out of her. He felt her tense up at first, but she soon relaxed into it, pushing back onto his hand as he switched it with his pointer finger. He was focused, deliberate with his hand, trying not to focus on how great her pussy felt, so wet, so open for him, it was all he could do not to lose control. He pumped into her, his cock moving in and out of her with a steady rhythm that made her let out a guttural moan.
Cleo's body was a symphony of sensations. The heat of the sun on her back, the coolness of the oil, the pressure building in her ass and pussy from Etho's skilled touch. She felt like she was being torn apart in the best way possible. "More," she begged, her voice hoarse.
Etho's slid his middle finger in along with his index, the oil making it glide in and out of her with ease. He curled them, hitting a sweet spot inside her that made her knees wobble. Her pussy clenched around his cock, her moans growing louder with every stroke. The sight of her ass cheeks jiggling with each thrust made him even harder. He could feel her tightening around his finger, her body begging for more.
With a wicked grin, Etho added a third digit, stretching her even further. Cleo gasped, her eyes watering with the mix of pleasure and pain. "Oh, fuck," she breathed, her voice trembling. She'd never felt so full, so alive.
Without another word, Etho withdrew from her pussy and positioned his cock at her now lubricated asshole. He pushed in slowly, giving her body time to adjust to his size. Cleo's eyes went wide, her mouth forming a silent "Oh" as her eyes rolled into her head from the sensation of him inching his way in. Her nails dug into the wooden railing, leaving little grooves behind.
He didn't stop until he was fully hilted, her asshole constricting around his cock. The feeling was indescribable, a sensation that sent shockwaves through his body. He watched as her back arched, the sides of her tits visible as her chest pushed out, her ass red from his handprints. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice tight with restraint.
"Fuck me," she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut. "And don't you even dare think about stopping."
Etho didn't. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, making Cleo's body jerk forward. She screamed, the sound echoing into the nearby forest.
"You love this, don't you?" she taunted, her voice strained with pleasure. "You love fucking me in my ass, huh?" She pushed her ass back to meet his next thrust, her movements deliberate and teasing. She knew it was driving him crazy, and she reveled in it.
Etho's eyes narrowed, his grip on her hips tightening. He didn't respond, his only acknowledgment was to slam into her harder, filling her completely with each jackhammering movement. Her cheeks jiggled with the force of his thrusts, and she felt herself getting closer and closer to climax.
"Fuck, yes," she panted, her voice a mix of pleasure and challenge. "You like that, don't you?" she whispered, her voice a seductive purr that seemed to resonate through his entire body. "You like fucking my ass like it's your personal toy, you fucking horny pervert?"
Etho's eyes narrowed as he pumped into her, each thrust a declaration of his dominance. Her words were like gasoline on a fire, making his need for her burn hotter with every syllable. He watched her ass bounce back against him, her cheeks red and bruised from his hands. "Keep talking," he grunted, his voice strained with effort.
Cleo smirked over her shoulder, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Is this what you want?" she teased, pushing back to meet him, her asshole stretching around his cock. "To fuck me like this whenever I need you to?"
Etho's only response was a grunt, his focus solely on the incredible feeling of her tightness around him. But Cleo was a master of the tease, and she wasn't done yet. "You know, I'd always wondered what it'd be like," she panted, her voice a seductive whisper that washed over him like a wave of desire. "To have you like this, filling me up to the brim with your cum as it spilled out of me..."
Her words were a siren's call, pushing him closer to the edge. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he fucked her harder and faster. The slap of their bodies was a rhythmic soundtrack to their passion, the balcony shaking with each punishing thrust.
Cleo's moans grew louder, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was close, so close, and she wanted him to come with her. "Cum in me," she begged, her voice strained with pleasure. "I want to feel you fill me up. Fill my cute little asshole-"
Etho couldn't hold back anymore. He grabbed her and pulled her back onto his chest, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with a wet, slapping sound. His other hand found her breasts, squeezing them roughly as he pumped into her. Her tits were perfect, squishing out between his fingers like a stress toy as he gripped them.
Cleo's moans grew louder as he manhandled her, his fingers kneading and pinching her nipples. She pushed back onto him, her body moving with his, urging him to go deeper, harder, faster. "Oh, Etho," she panted, her voice a needy whine. "I'm going to-"
But she was cut off by her own strangled moan as she felt his hot seed fill her ass. Etho's body tensed, his muscles flexing as he emptied himself into her, his eyes squeezed shut as he stayed bent over her trapped form, his cock pulsing with each spurt. Cleo felt her own orgasm crash over her, her pussy contracting around the air, her asshole pulsing around his shaft. She screamed, her head thrown back, her body shaking with the intensity of it.
They stayed like that for a moment, both breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat and oil. Etho's cock slowly softened, but he didn't pull out, instead leaning down to kiss her neck. "Fuck," he murmured, his voice still thick with lust. "That was... unbelievable."
Cleo leaned back into his embrace, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "It's pretty believable for me," she whispered, her voice a teasing purr. "It was pretty easy to convince you to fuck me like a whore on your balcony."
Etho chuckled, his arms tightening around her waist. "You're something else," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin.
Cleo turned to face him, her legs unsteady but her gaze never wavering. "Is that a compliment or a complaint?"
Etho leaned in to kiss her again, his breathing still ragged. "Definitely a compliment," he assured her, his smile lazy and satisfied.