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High Class part 2 (Or Heat Wave part 2, I can't decide)

By Grey
Created: 2026-03-10 23:58:19
Updated: 2026-04-08 13:19:00
Expiry: Never
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    >>43095827
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    >”Just WHAT do you think you’re… d-doing!?” Tavi’s voice gets jittery with urgency that challenges her politeness.
  3. 3.
    >She finally protested after all that led to this point, but you can hear that she doesn’t know if she means it for real.
  4. 4.
    >Not only is Octavia Melody not used to publicly wearing something this revealing, but you’ve also gotten more up close and personal than simply a front row seat at one of her performances.
  5. 5.
    >Tavi felt a low chugging danger deep inside ever since she saw how little coverage this bikini you bought for her has.
  6. 6.
    >An outfit designed not to even try to cover her bare midriff OR her bare thighs, while leaving only one strap for one of her shoulders, was already outrageously outside of Octavia’s boundaries.
  7. 7.
    >But the heat today convinced her to swallow her other kind of stage fright and strut out onto the beach like this.
  8. 8.
    >But Tavi hadn’t practiced swallowing her pride or regret after she felt the back of the bottoms letting the undersides of her buttcheeks begin to peek out into view.
  9. 9.
    >Tavi hadn’t practiced switching off her dignity so she can bathe in the sun.
  10. 10.
    >She was looking over that lone strap on her shoulder all the way over to this secluded-enough spot she insistently chose.
  11. 11.
    >Tavi’s most comfortable when you’re the only one looking at her in what feels like such a state of undress.
  12. 12.
    >Her choice to stay very close to you turned out to lead to this moment.
  13. 13.
    >The positions the two of you are in slowly shifted to your face resting against Tavi’s soft flat tummy she’s been shy and reluctant to expose in public.
  14. 14.
    >The protests boiling up in Tavi’s lungs were eased by her deep breaths, and now her deep breaths make her bare tummy rise and fall against your face as the scent of her silky bare skin drives you subtly wild with lust.
  15. 15.
    >What wrung this moment’s sudden comment out of Octavia was the soft kisses she felt you plant onto her smooth perfect skin next to her cute bellybutton.
  16. 16.
    >”I said… w-what are you doing?” Octavia now lowers her tone a little as wanting more had already got her used to these tummy kisses.
  17. 17.
    >You simply answer by kissing her tummy again, entranced by the scent of how clean Octavia’s lovely skin always stays while she’s routinely taking care of herself.
  18. 18.
    >She always spends lots of time practicing her cello for you to enjoy her concerts from the front row, so now you’re showing that you want to enjoy Octavia Melody’s very presence more up close than ever after she spent so much time taking great care of herself.
  19. 19.
    >Tingles climb their way up Tavi’s spine that can’t help but lean back a little more before she realizes.
  20. 20.
    >”N-no one nearby’s looking, right?” Octavia shudders trying to remind herself of her usual modesty.
  21. 21.
    >Planting a long deliberate kiss onto the soft crater of Octavia Melody’s cute bellybutton clouds her memory.
  22. 22.
    >Her bare tummy contracts slightly, unwittingly evidence of the giggle she stopped from leaving her throat and becoming audible.
  23. 23.
    >”N-now just a minute! There’s people right over there…” Octavia worries with a better view of your surroundings than you have. “Th-they’re right ov… ngh…”
  24. 24.
    >She wasn’t going to convince you anyway; she didn’t really even want to.
  25. 25.
    >Octavia’s voice tries to become stern and demanding, but that performance doesn’t stay together very long.
  26. 26.
    >Her bare smooth tummy rises and falls against your face a little more rapidly, as those stifled giggles Tavi’s realizing she can’t keep secret sometimes break the slow rhythm of up and down motions before letting it return.
  27. 27.
    >Those nearly escaped giggles and moans keep trying to escape despite her efforts, getting stuck trying to fit through the same doorway of Octavia’s throat at the same time.
  28. 28.
    >”Dear… we’re in public…” Octavia responds again to your appreciation of… directly, her…
  29. 29.
    >Her voice trembles with a delight that didn’t mean to swell this high from you peppering kisses all over her exposed tummy.
  30. 30.
    >Octavia’s performance finally falls apart when a delighted sigh finally escaped her.
  31. 31.
    >She gasps as if you didn’t already know about her “secret” enjoyment of having shed her modesty for today.
  32. 32.
    >That sigh followed by a quiet high pitched moan of reluctant approval prompted you to give Octavia’s smooth skin a taste.
  33. 33.
    >”We should… a-Ah~!”Octavia reacts to feeling your tongue snaking out and quickly gliding along her tangy skin. “Now just wait a… just wait a minute…”
  34. 34.
    >Octavia’s breaths intermingle with her words as your tongue gives her bare tummy another lick~.
  35. 35.
    >And then a third lick with her smooth pristine skin’s taste of the fruit-scented bodywash she uses becoming clear to you makes Octavia begin to audibly whimper to the motions of how excitedly her bare tummy is rising and falling.
  36. 36.
    >Octavia starts whimpering louder with groans in between for long enough to make her subsequent “anger” hold no water.
  37. 37.
    >”This is inappropriate! I didn't say you could put your mouth on me like this!” She harshly scolds you, while not bothering to try to stop the next lick from brushing along the edge of her bellybutton…
  38. 38.
    >Octavia shudders all over as you wrap your arms around her and keep licking her tasty bare tummy with your forearms pressing against the soft globes of her buttcheeks through the back of her swimsuit bottoms.
  39. 39.
    >”This is very improper, you know!” She adds, trying her best to sound angry between her reluctantly pleased whimpers and sighs.
  40. 40.
    >Octavia doesn’t know what to say as your licks get longer and more sincere, indulging in the arousing taste of the cellist girl’s smooth exposed tummy~.
  41. 41.
    >Another long kiss with Octavia’s cute sexy bellybutton brings an embarrassing squeal out of her, crumbling her propriety to the ground she was just trying to build back up.
  42. 42.
    >”Oh for fff…~” Tavi swallows her curse words but only gasps loudly when your hands make their way up the smooth curvy sides of her bare midriff and dig your thumbs under the pink frilly hem of her swimsuit top…
  43. 43.
    >”Wait…” Pants Octavia after realizing that she feels your thumbs trying to lift her top up in public. “There’s people here!”
  44. 44.
    >She’s not trying to stop you, only staring down at you with a bright red face that blushes with more embarrassed arousal than anger as both of you notice her nipples underneath her top got hard enough to become visible through the material~.
  45. 45.
    >Octavia’s mind is a whirlwind of clashing emotions as your next long lick up her sexy tummy over her cute bellybutton scrambles her thoughts even further…
  46. 46.
    >You get lost in the delicious tangy taste of Octavia’s bare smooth pristine tummy and bellybutton, making her get lost right back in the sensation of your mouth leaving trails of pleasure on her.
  47. 47.
    >The rising hem of Octavia’s swimsuit top is now able to proceed without her interrupting, and tug hard enough to expose the undersides of Octavia’s supple breasts pressed together into the underside of her cleavage~.
  48. 48.
    >You quickly silence her with another kiss on her skin, your lips now tasting her underboob that has been trapped under the fabric you’re helping slip all the way up…
  49. 49.
    >”Wh-what do you think you’re… d-…d-…” Octavia’s voice forces itself to sound more miffed by the second.
  50. 50.
    >Her fake anger tangos with the intense embarrassment and giggling she’s holding back.
  51. 51.
    >You stroke the undersides of her tits once more, giving the delicious mounds of softness another squeeze while guiding the fabric a little higher up to tease Tavi into reacting…
  52. 52.
    >Her reflexes to keep herself covered weakly swat your hands away. “S-stop it!” Her tone clumsily tosses a harsh urgency towards you, trying to overshadow how how delicious the feel and taste of her sexy bare tummy is…
  53. 53.
    >She could protect her top for now, but her outfit still isn’t enough to pull that frilly pink hem any further down to her cute smooth tummy it wasn’t designed to cover.
  54. 54.
    >But oh does she try.
  55. 55.
    >And oh does she fail.
  56. 56.
    >Your lips kiss and kiss and kiss Octavia’s defenseless exposed cute bellybutton she’s been showing off today, her skin’s tangy taste tempting your tongue to join the action~.
  57. 57.
    >The frantic way Octavia’s sexy tummy reactively rises and falls up against your face in humiliated approval of the continued licking only encourages you more.
  58. 58.
    >Your hands sensually take cautious advantage of the smooth exposed sides and back of Octavia’s beautiful midriff, appreciating her curves enough to smother that scared anger bubbling out of her.
  59. 59.
    >Octavia fails to hold in another playfully distressed whimper as she darts her gaze around, wishing she knew it was a foolish idea to wear something so un-modest.
  60. 60.
    >It’s so unlike her, has she no self-respect anymore?
  61. 61.
    >Now she’s trapped sitting here by not only her anxious reluctant enjoyment of your physical appreciation of her tummy, but also your strong hold clamping her smooth soft thighs together keeping her from standing up.
  62. 62.
    >Octavia victoriously allows you to stop her from escaping how much she wants to endure this.
  63. 63.
    >Your hands now begin nudging at the other boundary of the back of Octavia’s swimsuit bottoms.
  64. 64.
    >She’s already been warmed up to the way you couldn’t help but grope her supple booty though that fabric…
  65. 65.
    >Distracting Tavi from how much she can’t believe she’s allowing such an outrageous act of impropriety.
  66. 66.
    >Another sigh replaced what was supposed to be an aggravated grunt out of her, worrying Octavia that there’s no way she’ll keep that performance up any longer.
  67. 67.
    >Forcing her to face this humiliating side of her that love showing off her beach body on sunny days, mostly for you to publicly enjoy like the kinky girlfriend she can’t believe you’ve turned her into.
  68. 68.
    >This isn’t like any show Octavia is used to performing…
  69. 69.
    >But the way your long licks and deep kisses stay lost in the taste of her tummy’s smooth bare skin makes her dizzy with reluctant returned lust back to you.
  70. 70.
    >Her tummy rises and falls more gradually and evenly against your face once more… now more used to allowing your tongue to leave trails along her skin’s tangy taste around and on her awaiting bellybutton~.
  71. 71.
    >”I’ll have you know people are looking.” Octavia props up her distinguished tone in polite protest as if it’s still who she is right now, but the unintentional whimper that follows wordlessly begs you to lick her again…
  72. 72.
    >Octavia’s reluctantly excited shudders silently thank you for giving her more of this daring physical love.
  73. 73.
    >Her swimsuit clad body has become the show for you now.
  74. 74.
    >The way her bare tummy rises and falls against your lips and tongue is part of your girlfriend’s intimate performance, her skimpy swimsuit showing off her lovely body is part of the show.
  75. 75.
    >She’s still concerned about you heating her performance up by making her swimsuit cover less than everything it was supposed to, which was already way less than what Tavi is usually comfortable with.
  76. 76.
    >”This d-doesn’t make me a… slut, does it?” Octavia feels ashamed to admit that this is in question for a distinguished girl like her, adding in her own self-affirmation right after. “I-I’m still not proud of doing this. You’re just making it feel too good to stop you.” She turns it into a compliment that tries to make her sound more in control.
  77. 77.
    >Those words were enough to justify her leaning further back for you, making it feel like it doesn’t count when you tug the back of her swimsuit bottoms down a little until your girlfriend’s cute buttcrack is visible…
  78. 78.
    >She hadn’t planned for her performance to go this far, but it works well with it despite her embarrassment.
  79. 79.
    >Octavia takes a deep breath, rising her tender bare tummy up into your wonderful licking kisses while your hands give her soft booty cheeks the lewd massage she didn’t know she wanted so badly…
  80. 80.
    >Tavi braces herself as calmly as she can when she feels your hands tugging the back rim of her swimsuit bottoms further down her cute buttcrack…
  81. 81.
    >Stuck trying to justify to herself how this doesn’t make her slutty, instead of moving to stop you.
  82. 82.
    >An ashamed gulp from her throat punctuated the moment Octavia realizes through the direct kneading of your fingers on the soft globes of her buttcheeks that you got the back of her swimsuit all the way off her bare booty…
  83. 83.
    >A bit of Octavia’s neatly trimmed patch now peeks out the front of her swimsuit bottom’s waistband slipping down, further showing you how throughly your classy girlfriend takes care of herself.
  84. 84.
    >Octavia’s propriety once again shows through her cute angry protests against her bottoms being pulled down almost enough to expose her pussy~
  85. 85.
    >”That’s too private, dear!” Octavia tries to hiss menacingly through a delighted adventurous squeal. “Are you going to cease this soon??”
  86. 86.
    >She begins to appreciatively whimper down at you when your hands massage her naked jello-y booty cheeks.
  87. 87.
    >”Baby, please~!” Squeaks Octavia.
  88. 88.
    >You run your fingertips up Tavi’s smooth bare back while, again between kisses, running your tongue up Octavia’s tasty bare tummy, overwhelming her with tingles that cause her to shudder almost violently.
  89. 89.
    >Alarms go off in her head that make Octavia again tug her swimsuit top down and hold it so you can’t pull it up, to at least make it a challenge for you…
  90. 90.
    >But the strapless side of Octavia’s top slips further down than the strapped side, making her show you more of her cleavage than intended as you finally position yourself to gaze down at her chest.
  91. 91.
    >This swimsuit top accents how busty your girlfriend is so nicely, helping the clearly visible outlines of Octavia’s hard, fully erect nipples poking through give away how reluctantly excited she truly is.
  92. 92.
    >She can already tell how much that sight is encouraging you.
  93. 93.
    >Octavia could at least keep the soft bare cheeks of her naked booty covered by simply sitting on the towel, but you now take advantage of the strapless side of her top slipping further down with a tug of your own…
  94. 94.
    >Octavia swallows a panicked yelp before crouching forward and defending the delicate core of her propriety with her flailing hands trying to shield from view her areola slipping out~.
  95. 95.
    >Octavia’s hot panting breaths pepper your face while her cute kicking and squirming only makes her neatly trimmed pussy patch slip out even more…
  96. 96.
    >”My top too?! Where’s your manners, baby? I-mmmmph~…”
  97. 97.
    >While you have Octavia distracted with her tongue being gradually forced into an interaction with yours in the deepening interrupting kiss, you sneak Octavia’s swimsuit bottoms down her soft smooth thighs to her knees…
  98. 98.
    >”Mmm… m-mmmhmmm~!” Octavia’s muffled protest would have fallen upon deaf ears anyway, not that she even minds that much.
  99. 99.
    >She notices how you’ve impolitely gotten her swimsuit bottoms to find their way to her ankles…
  100. 100.
    >And impolitely gave her top another strong insistent tug that completely exposed one of her sexy erect nipples as soon as her hands were occupied venturing down her smooth bare legs to fetch her bottoms before anyone catches her bottomless at the beach~.
  101. 101.
    >”Baby, you’re embarrassing m-EEEEE~!”
  102. 102.
    >Octavia could barely bunch her tangled swimsuit bottoms up to just below her pliable buttcheeks before she squealed to your mouth finding her bared breast next and closing around the salty taste of her exposed nipple~
  103. 103.
    >The surprise ambush upon Octavia’s erogenous zone stuns her with a flood of arousal.
  104. 104.
    >Octavia’s delicious nipple in your mouth endures treatment from your tongue teasing her stiffened peak.
  105. 105.
    >Your mouth was already so effective on her tummy, and Octavia’s jump in pitch surely boasts how much more you’re able to do with her sensitive nipple~.
  106. 106.
    >”You're embarrassing me, baby! I… ah~!”
  107. 107.
    >You can’t get enough of how affected by the risk of people from a past or future audience seeing this she is.
  108. 108.
    >In between your suckling kisses, Octavia’s bare breast you had gently forced out sways and jiggles from her reluctantly excited squirming…
  109. 109.
    >Your girlfriend’s panicked wheezing breaths become the main protest against your frequent advances.
  110. 110.
    >She knows how much your pursed lips missed latching onto the salty taste of her bare nipple every time your thirsty suckling kiss returns~.
  111. 111.
    >Whatever she was about to say next gets jumbled up and lost when your suckling pulls her nipple outward with maddening sensation…
  112. 112.
    >”Hh… mmmmhh… uuuhh, eehheyehh~…” Your indecently clothed girlfriend Octavia Melody misses her chance to futilely argue anything coherent against the urge from your rapidly intensifying erection for her.
  113. 113.
    >Your lips repeatedly close around Tavi’s arousingly tasty areola that receives warm enveloped licks from your tongue dancing and flicking against her bare nipple’s erect peak~.
  114. 114.
    >This dissipates her mean voice completely in a gasping chorus of aroused squeals and shuddering panting, while Octavia’s other still-covered nipple very visibly stands proudly and fully erect through the off-white fabric, silently begging for its turn it’s desperately ready for~.
  115. 115.
    >A soft pop concludes your greeting kiss hello upon Octavia’s sexy exposed nipple.
  116. 116.
    >Your reluctantly horny girlfriend shudders in the aftermath as you watch and let her clumsily pull the malfunctioning side of her swimsuit top back up into place over her chest…
  117. 117.
    >Something about women exposing their chests in public while breastfeeding crosses her mind as an out of context coping mechanism for letting you do this.
  118. 118.
    >”This… d-doesn’t make me a…” Her empty words mean nothing while the attempts to adjust that thin little top only serve to make the fabric rub and drag over Octavia’s stiff hard nipples, agitating them further into silently telling the truth of how horny your girlfriend really feels.
  119. 119.
    >Her one nipple misses your suckling so, while the other longs for its turn…
  120. 120.
    >Octavia pulls at her bottoms next as the tangled waistband still fails to cover her neatly trimmed pussy patch from public view.
  121. 121.
    >Your tender kissing returns to Octavia’s smooth soft tummy and cute bellybutton, soon opening into sucking licks across her sleek bare skin that stun her hands mid-tug into not knowing where to go or what to do.
  122. 122.
    >Your trembling girlfriend couldn’t even get the back of her bottoms the rest of the way up her cute buttcrack before your stronger assertive tugging brings it back down those bare soft booty cheeks~.
  123. 123.
    >Octavia’s trembling fingers can’t possibly stretch the front of her bottoms back up over her neatly trimmed patch anymore, and her eyes dart around for people watching.
  124. 124.
    >Octavia’s whimpering grows higher and quieter while her bottoms are gently forced lower, her weak fingers clinging to the receding front of the waistband that’s barely stretched enough to cover her juicy plump pussy lips~. “P-please, baby…”
  125. 125.
    >Octavia’s breathy little plea holds no conviction in between her deep aroused sighs.
  126. 126.
    >You wedge your chin between her wrists while trailing your kisses down from her cute sexy bellybutton to her cute sexy neatly trimmed patch…
  127. 127.
    >As though a button was pressed, Octavia loses the last remnants of her grip on her bottoms that now snap away from her fingers and find their way down her smooth sexy thighs with your guidance…
  128. 128.
    >Your mouth’s ministrations slowly work those gentle kisses over that neatly trimmed patch down to Octavia’s plump supple vulva lips… and liplock with her~.
  129. 129.
    >Now Octavia didn’t even register her bottoms finding their way to her ankles as her most sensitive spot of them all endures your lips and tongue making their way further between her vulva lips they’re parting… they quickly found your girlfriend Octavia’s secret petals and rosebud~.
  130. 130.
    >She tries to reflexively clamp her thighs closed, but can’t while you’re all up in her most private area like this…
  131. 131.
    >Every little motion and interaction between your mouth and Octavia’s naked pussy sends her into an uncontrollable juices-leaking spiral of whining lust.
  132. 132.
    >The tingling shoots through her body with a delightfulness that makes her kick her bottoms far away as the towel beneath the two of you gets rumpled up enough from her scrambling to have your girlfriend’s heels dig into the sand while her toes curl…
  133. 133.
    >Tavi’s clit endures the flicking by your tongue, like a tortured light switch that only turns on more the more it is sent up and down.
  134. 134.
    >She cannot form words, not with her mouth or her mind.
  135. 135.
    >Her thighs forget how to try to clamp together, now finding more pleasure in spreading apart for you and allowing you to press deeper onto your girlfriend’s naked pussy…
  136. 136.
    >Somewhere along the way, Octavia Melody’s shyness was forgotten.
  137. 137.
    >Her propriety has only become a fun obstacle now.
  138. 138.
    >Right before you take your girlfriend to the precipice, your kisses migrate back up with a lick that trails up over her neatly trimmed patch to her cute bellybutton, then up to the hem of her top…
  139. 139.
    >Bottomless on the beach with her erect nipples poking through her thin little top, Octavia quakes with overly-horny bedroom-eyed lust when your gaze meets hers once more.
  140. 140.
    >Neither if you say a word, you simply let your gaze openly wander down to your girlfriend’s soft busty chest, then grab the hem.
  141. 141.
    >Octavia’s hands offer little resistance, barely trying to grasp your strong wrists as you pull the pink frilly hem of your girlfriend’s swimsuit top up against the soft weight of her busty chest.
  142. 142.
    >The fabric’s tension gives, and the increasingly bare undersides of Octavia’s soft boobies push together into a yummy cleavage that spurs you on until you’ve forced the entire top up to her collarbone.
  143. 143.
    >Octavia’s tender naked breasts bounced free in a jiggling drop, her slightly darker fully erect nipples stiffly standing proud in exposed hard perky peaks~.
  144. 144.
    >Your girlfriend Octavia blushes a nearly glowing deep red on her face above a seductive lip bite in horny humiliation, while both of her sexy hard nipples are shamefully exposed in public.
  145. 145.
    >She arches her spine to push her soft freed breasts further into your groping touch as soon as your thumbs toy around with the stiff sensitive peaks.
  146. 146.
    >She closes her eyes to block out the stares from the public before you softly collide your mouth onto hers, tasting her own pussy on your lips then tongue as it slinks its way past the mashing lips and into your girlfriend’s mouth where her tongue slowly loses round two against yours.
  147. 147.
    >Octavia is made to become aroused by the taste of her own pussy in the deepening kiss while you taste her saliva and tongue that’s all yours for the taking.
  148. 148.
    >Her tongues doesn’t wrestle back against your, but instead cooperatively moves around to wherever yours insists it should go~.
  149. 149.
    >Her hard nipples endure endless sparks of pleasure as they remain stiff up against your thumbs, with your hands firmly kneading Octavia’s supple squeezable mounds of womanly flesh.
  150. 150.
    >Every last bit of this wrings a long low moan out of Octavia’s throat into your mouth as you make her accept her beautiful naked body’s overwhelming arousal.
  151. 151.
    >A gentle gasp for air is shared by the both of you as the kiss breaks with hot strings of saliva stretching between various depths of your parting mouths.
  152. 152.
    >She smiles warmly with your strong gentle hands cupping either side of her smooth face, her hair having already become ruffled and messy.
  153. 153.
    >The way Octavia gently shakes her supple swaying breasts around for you without even fully realizing it is just the wordless invitation you needed.
  154. 154.
    >As you lean in, your dizzily horny girlfriend murmurs anyway: “Everything’s all yours… go ahead, baby~.”
  155. 155.
    >Your lips finally close around Octavia’s once-neglected nipple, giving it the turn getting a suckling kiss it’s been stiffly begging for…
  156. 156.
    >Her whines rejoice in surrender, her breaths quicken as your sucking kisses gently pull her stiff tangy nipples outward between your latching lips one by one~.
  157. 157.
    >They excitedly endure your sucking, latching lips and your wet lapping tongue over and over again during each of their turns, all hard and agitated against your mouth after waiting for its return each time…
  158. 158.
    >Octavia falls into a submissive trance of acceptance for your treatment of her breasts and her body’s proudly unconditional wanton arousal for it~.
  159. 159.
    >Her breathing slows and deepens as she fully acclimated herself to the pleasure that greatly outweighs her embarrassment.
  160. 160.
    >Even if that weren’t the case, Octavia’s learning to enjoy her embarrassment anyway.
  161. 161.
    >Your girlfriend has long since accepted the drawn out suckling of her exposed breasts by the time her soft moans finally subside after you finally release her nipples.
  162. 162.
    >Octavia’s sighs wordlessly thank you with a new evenness in her tone.
  163. 163.
    >She knows people are watching by now, but doesn’t protest at all when your fingers hook under her bunched up swimsuit top and yank it even further upward.
  164. 164.
    >Your horny and exposed girlfriend instead obediently lifts her arms for you as you slink the garment up to her wrists then past her hands that only slightly try to hold on to it before losing their half hearted grip.
  165. 165.
    >Octavia groans with lust at the sight of you finally slipping your trunks down and showing your naked girlfriend how erect for her you’ve been this whole time.
  166. 166.
    >Your horny girlfriend simply loves the way you’re stroking to her beautiful nudity, only wanting union between the two of you even more the longer she watches.
  167. 167.
    >While she watches the bead of precum form at your tip, your girlfriend’s legs instinctively part open in a proud, enthusiastic invitation that lost all humiliated fear in favor of excited impatience…
  168. 168.
    >Her lidded eyes light up the instant you close in on her; she licks her lips while you work your way between her smooth soft warm thighs that widen upon feeling you positioning your leaking glans against her plump drooling vulva lips~.
  169. 169.
    >Uncontrollable excitement boils up inside of Octavia when your head asserts itself between her supple slippery vulva lips enough to part them, her entire body singing with horny excitement bracing for the slow delicious penetration that soon pushes its way deeper and deeper…
  170. 170.
    >Only a few seconds more could Octavia convince herself her virginity lasted before her soft parted vulva lips hug your spearing shaft all the way down your length until mashing around your base~.
  171. 171.
    >Your girlfriend holds you close with her arms wrapped around you while you embrace her back.
  172. 172.
    >The two of you breathe in eachother’s hot breaths in between resumed tongue-jousting kisses while your hips thrust against Octavia’s body enough to encourage her legs to lock around you in insistent acceptance~.
  173. 173.
    >Any stage fright she may get in a future performance could never measure up to this.
  174. 174.
    >Your continued intensified plapping turns Octavia’s strained groaning more aggressive, tightening her leglock around you while her soft breasts mash against you…
  175. 175.
    >Both of you are on a mission to cum together before getting kicked off the beach for this wonderful display of public indecency.
  176. 176.
    >You plap your girlfriend with increased urgency as her pussy primally clamps around your thrusting cock.
  177. 177.
    >The two of you are lost in one another with nearly suffocating kisses in between.
  178. 178.
    >Octavia appreciates you playfully roaming your hands all over her nude body in thorough exploration, infinitely offering herself to you for your primal enjoyment to accompany the loudening plapping.
  179. 179.
    >Your erect meat twitches inside of your girlfriend’s pussy.
  180. 180.
    >The crescendo is rapidly building; you and your feral girlfriend are timing it perfectly in sync together as the flashing blue lights approach.
  181. 181.
    >You only rebelliously plap Octavia harder and faster, forcing her all the way up to the edge she can’t stay on with you pushing her so insistently.
  182. 182.
    >Octavia only had so much control…
  183. 183.
    >The thought of how this’ll impact her reputation sends Octavia into orgasm, triggering your ejaculation with her own climax.
  184. 184.
    >Knowing it’s too late to turn back, the two of you feign propriety that tries to hold your shared climaxes back as they both become inevitable anyway~.
  185. 185.
    >Octavia’s failure to hold back only feeds into your failure to hold back your convulsing cock from spurting your cream into your girlfriend’s tightly spasming pussy~~.
  186. 186.
    >Her spasms only unravel you further, forcing your spurts to become thicker and more powerful…
  187. 187.
    >”Alright then, shows over.” The cop approaches, hoping the couple complies quickly as the unnamed faceless man he’s pulling on still nuts inside of his hot British girlfriend.
  188. 188.
    ~~~
  189. 189.
    >Octavia quietly trudges through the door, letting her roommate Vinyl pick up on it for herself that something big happened.
  190. 190.
    >Standing there with the messy blender between her hands, Vinyl surveys her roommate’s expression as she walks by. ”Yo, Octi! What’s up? Another rough concert?”
  191. 191.
    >”…Not exactly.” Breathes Octavia, feeling her future actual rough concerts fading away by he second.
  192. 192.
    >The relief from sitting back down onto the couch only slightly lifted the weight from her shoulders.
  193. 193.
    >A weight so powerful that not even the long line at the airport was that big of a deal to this girl right now.
  194. 194.
    >Even if she remembered, Vinyl wouldn’t have bothered telling Octavia about the last overdue rent notice that came in the mail.
  195. 195.
    >Until Octavia gets her situation sorted out, the roommates’ source of income rests squarely on Vinyl’s shoulders but not her conscience.
  196. 196.
    >Especially not after Vinyl pieced together that Octavia’s expression today spells out danger.
  197. 197.
    >The kind of danger that warns her that should she blast her music loud tonight, Octavia would not let Vinyl be on top no matter how hard she tried.
  198. 198.
    >So with that, Vinyl struts over to her station and begins setting things up with a wicked grin on her face that welcomes the fun that will be wrought upon her.
  199. 199.
    >Octavia sits at the kitchen table staring at the surface, pondering the forbidden public romp that traded dignity for unspoken pleasure.
  200. 200.
    >The instant the loud music switches on flips the switch in her that calls to action the urge to drag her roommate into the same predicament she’s in using the only way she can think of as her body still sings with the pleasure from before.
  201. 201.
    >Not yet understanding the gravity of the situation, Vinyl fully expects there to be at least a 5 minute window between the beginning of the subwoofers teasing a noise complaint and Octavia taking all that tension out on her roommate in the lewdest, most satisfying way she can.
  202. 202.
    >The window was 5 seconds at most.
  203. 203.
    >Octavia is on board the “bully Vinyl” train much more than Vinyl expected.
  204. 204.
    >She snatches her roommate up into the air with a sudden strength that catches the other girl off-guard.
  205. 205.
    >Forcing her to join her on that train as she pins her into a corner.
  206. 206.
    >”Whoa, Octi I-“ Grunts Vinyl before Octavia lifts her high enough to nearly bump the other girl’s head against the dimly lit ceiling.
  207. 207.
    >Vinyl squirms a tiny bit for fun at first, weakly kicking her legs before Octavia’s arms are tightly wrapped around her waist.
  208. 208.
    >Vinyl yelps as she feels Octavia’s hands already groping her supple buttcheeks while Octavia buries her face in Vinyl’s clothed crotch.
  209. 209.
    >Vinyl’s breathing quickly catches up to the pace she didn’t know Octavia’s was already at.
  210. 210.
    >”F-fuck~!” Gasps Vinyl in surprise when Octavia’s lips and tongue waste no time in finding and latching with the soft contours of her restrained roommate’s tender vulva lips teasingly hugged by the thin layers of the front of those leggings and clingy panties~.
  211. 211.
    >Vinyl is helplessly held up in the air outside of her control with her fate tonight already sealed.
  212. 212.
    >The rising pitch of her suddenly submissive whimpers coincide with the direct ambush of Octavia’s lips aggressively liplocking with Vinyl’s pussy over and over again without any consideration for preamble whatsoever.
  213. 213.
    >Octavia only redoubles her advances when she’s able to make out the outline of Vinyl’s thong through the front of that thin elastic fabric of those leggings that dampen from Octavia’s saliva.
  214. 214.
    >Vinyl shudders and squeals, fingernails making scratch marks high up on the walls that’d be difficult to explain to anyone noticing them.
  215. 215.
    >She’d have to insinuate what happened through saying that they’re from when her roommate made her scratch invisible record plaques on the wall amidst a remix of the public treatment of Octavia Melody.
  216. 216.
    >After another minute of her roommate’s lips and tongue pushing the supple thick curtains of her vulva lips aside to tease her petals and bud through that thin fabric barrier, Vinyl tries her best to hold back the pleasure Octavia is unstoppably drawing out of her, knowing her pussy HAS to be blushing by now underneath her dampening layers from this treatment…
  217. 217.
    >The jolts of delightful stimulation from every liplock between Octavia’s insistent mouth and Vinyl’s supple pussy through those thin layers of fabric crash further and further through Vinyl’s body despite her feeble attempts to stop them.
  218. 218.
    >It used to be only Octavia’s saliva dampening the fabric, but now this treatment has forced Vinyl’s tender, blushing agitated pussy underneath to ignore any command -or plea- to hold back from joining in on the drooling~.
  219. 219.
    >The loudening bumping against the walls from Vinyl’s scared but excited thrashing around happens right afterward…
  220. 220.
    >”TAVI~!” Squeals Vinyl as her wildly flailing hands become entangled with Octavia’s hair.
  221. 221.
    >Vinyl’s hips involuntarily surge foreword into her roommate’s face, signaling along with the lewd taste of her clear juices becoming noticeable that her body has officially surrendered to its own arousal~.
  222. 222.
    >Tavi gives the soft roundness of Vinyl’s booty cheeks one more squeeze through the lone thin layer of her leggings where the back of that thong underneath won’t reach… then she lets Vinyl’s whole body slip downward in her only slightly loosening embrace that drags the bottom of that top up Vinyl’s smooth bare lower back and tummy the further she falls~.
  223. 223.
    >Octavia quickly maneuvers an increasingly obedient Vinyl to the floor, noticing how the other girl’s hair is disheveled with her glasses crooked while untangling the girl’s hands from her own now messy hair.
  224. 224.
    >Vinyl can’t figure out how she couldn’t register Tavi swiping her lopsided glasses from her face and placing them on her own, since it had to happen literally before her very eyes that now notice Tavi wearing the glasses.
  225. 225.
    >She doesn’t even understand how distracted by the urgent heat in her lower core she is…
  226. 226.
    >All she knows now is that her roommate Octavia is on top of her, while she lies on her back getting her top pushed a little further up her smooth exposed midriff as Octavia’s nimble, skillful fingers dance up her bare lower back to find the clasp of her black strapless bra.
  227. 227.
    >That black strapless bra soon lands undone on the floor of a far away corner it was tossed to, with Octavia’s eyes through the magenta tinted lenses determined to make Vinyl’s thong land right on top of it.
  228. 228.
    >The way Vinyl sways her curvy hips to Octavia tugging those leggings down those smooth pale thighs only teases Octavia more into it…
  229. 229.
    >While hooking her fingers around the thin straps of Vinyl’s black thong next, Octavia gives Vinyl’s exposed rising and falling bellybutton a long and deepening kiss she decided to pay forward.
  230. 230.
    >Vinyl let’s out a startled gasp and begins to shyly protest before Octavia licking her tummy a couple of times silences her, enjoying the pristine taste of her silky exposed skin…
  231. 231.
    >The cellist girl’s hands continue working the DJ girl’s skimpy thong off her hips and down her thighs…
  232. 232.
    >Vinyl silently bites her lip, feeling the bridge of her thong get softly dragged away from her wet tingling pussy~.
  233. 233.
    >She doesn’t put up much of a fight after her panties find their way to her ankles; both the limp leggings and the skimpy thong are soon tossed over to the discarded bra as intended.
  234. 234.
    >”Wh-what are y-nnnnnngh~!” Vinyl forgets to use her words as soon as Tavi’s licking upon her bare smooth tummy silences her once more…
  235. 235.
    >Vinyl may have been silenced at first, but Octavia moves her kisses down further until her lips return to the perverse liplock between mouth and petals from before, now without anything in the way~.
  236. 236.
    >This causes Vinyl to go from silent to wildly singing with wanton abandon…
  237. 237.
    >Tavi puts Vinyl’s now bare pussy through all she’s received before.
  238. 238.
    >Vinyl’s whining and hollering competes with the loud music still playing for which is going to result in a noise complaint first.
  239. 239.
    >She squirms around the floor watching through her cloudy vision Octavia block her nude thighs from closing while devouring that juicy, blushing vanilla flower of hers…
  240. 240.
    >Vinyl begins to wheeze with unrestrained lust, having underestimated how passionately Tavi was about to eat out her pussy.
  241. 241.
    >As though she’s possessed, she flails her arms around, banging her fists against the floor before clawing at it as Octavia simply continues and continues…
  242. 242.
    >Finally rising from the most intimate depths of girl on girl love, Tavi lets the long clear strands stretch from her lips and chin to land on the parts of Vinyl’s bare tummy not once again receiving licking and kisses.
  243. 243.
    >Vinyl groans one last time in acceptance of her punishment as Tavi hooks her thumbs under the hem of the scrunched up top and lifts it further, exposing Vinyl’s soft underboob before going further.
  244. 244.
    >This is the part you walk in on, carrying some of Octavia’s supplies and equipment.
  245. 245.
    >”Hey baby.” Octavia greets you. “Wanna help me teach my roommate some manners?”
  246. 246.
    >You lock the door behind yourself and unzip your fly.
  247. 247.
    >Just another night with your girlfriend and her roommate.
  248. 248.
    >>43127120
  249. 249.
    >Octavia Melody’s reputation will NEVER be the same now, but you’ll always have your girlfriend’s back.
  250. 250.
    >Purposely saving up a massive load in your balls for over a week has cemented a deep loyalty to your hot british girlfriend who promises to let you in on her inevitable “next performance” you two now plan together.
  251. 251.
    >Every word Octavia murmurs sounds like a beautiful note played by her cello to your down-bad ears.
  252. 252.
    >Every single inch of whatever smooth perfect skin she is showing feels like a treat, even if it’s only her shoulders.
  253. 253.
    >Even in her era of turmoil, Octavia Melody still takes very thorough care of herself, knowing she can count on your support.
  254. 254.
    >You comfort her throughout the turbulence of her career path’s transformative period, filling every loss with a win with the help of her DJ roommate getting her rebooked for more… suitable crowds.
  255. 255.
    >The cost of Octavia’s arrest for public nudity and public sex takes its toll on her no-longer-booked future performances at future venues.
  256. 256.
    >Her proper career sees the curtains shut faster than deafening crash cymbals.
  257. 257.
    >But a performance like that deserved an encore like no other.
  258. 258.
    >Word of Octavia’s romp quickly spread around to every potential audience member to sit in the concert hall seats for her next performance.
  259. 259.
    >The distantly taken photos and videos spread even faster… far outside of the control Octavia wishes she had over it.
  260. 260.
    >The mishmash of disappointment and delight from different types of fans of hers can be sensed from miles away as more and more people discover the “private” truth appearing on their screens.
  261. 261.
    >Octavia considers coming out and declaring the videos as fabricated or artificially generated, but she knows that’s a provable lie despite some people out there still convinced the photos and videos aren’t real due to recent technology.
  262. 262.
    >Anyone willing to examine the content well enough and be honest with themselves knows that it’s really Octavia Melody herself they’re seeing.
  263. 263.
    >She’s trapped.
  264. 264.
    >As many doors slam shut, many others swing wide open.
  265. 265.
    >Doors to places Octavia used to swear she would never be caught roaming in.
  266. 266.
    >Her modesty and dignity is a ball and chain around her ankle as she forces herself to step through one of these doors, knowing she can’t go back once it shuts behind her and traps her with the path she’s choosing.
  267. 267.
    >Enough strings managed to be pulled by a different set of hands to get Octavia Melody booked in an elusively similar venue to what she’s used to.
  268. 268.
    >But the look and atmosphere is merely but an illusion this time.
  269. 269.
    >Many familiar faces from previous audiences appear in the dimly lit chamber.
  270. 270.
    >But these faces try not to be recognized by others who might discover that they haven’t been the same… type… of fans of Octavia Melody from the start as others.
  271. 271.
    >Some fans were crushed to see the cellist fall to the level of such a promiscuous scandal, but others were pleasantly surprised with previously unrealistic fantasies coming true…
  272. 272.
    >They came here to see Octavia *like they’ve never seen her before*.
  273. 273.
    >As they find their seats, they know of Octavia’s plans to… fully embrace her new reputation.
  274. 274.
    >The stage is fully protected, in every possible way other than complete view of the performer who will make official the complete death of her shame and bodily secrets.
  275. 275.
    >She’s spent so many days walking around red in the face that this is the way out she chooses now.
  276. 276.
    >Her blush was red hot from the pressure on her she couldn’t escape the way she wanted to.
  277. 277.
    >The only way out of the stress for sure is simply to give in and fully embrace her new reality, letting it run its course fulfilling the fantasies in people’s minds to approach true closure without the tension of anyone questioning things any longer.
  278. 278.
    >After finishing up putting on her formal concert attire one last time, Octavia shivers at the mirror’s reflection of the high-brow cellist she is about to formally give up on being for at least a little while in her life.
  279. 279.
    >She usually wears these dress clothes throughout her entire concert, then only takes them back off after returning to the privacy of her dressing room where no one can see her.
  280. 280.
    >But that is the path she left, and she must now embrace the path she chose.
  281. 281.
    >She will not be behind the protection of her locked dressing room door, but on stage in front of the entire audience this time when she undresses~.
  282. 282.
    >It will go against everything she stood for, this time entirely on purpose, and for the purpose of her nudity being observed and enjoyed in ways that are unmistakably sexual…
  283. 283.
    >She lets out a shudder of dread that tones down once you run your protective hands up and down her still sleeved arms, while giving your girlfriend a soft kiss on the lips, whispering words of encouragement.
  284. 284.
    >You’re already feeling a little stiff down there knowing what you’re about to watch your girlfriend gradually do on stage…
  285. 285.
    >The performance you’re going to be the only one to participate in.
  286. 286.
    >The previous audience had no idea what was going to happen.
  287. 287.
    >But this one came here tonight specifically to see what they know they’re in for.
  288. 288.
    >Big difference between stripping naked out of a small layer of swimsuit with a dozen people nearby who may or may not be watching, and stripping all the way naked out of a formal feminine tuxedo and other layers underneath for an attentive audience of hundreds who are actively facing the stage and watching.
  289. 289.
    >There’s a much further distance for Octavia to fall in this setting; Octavia will fall the entire distance from top to bottom for her paying fans watching this grand finale of her modesty, that will turn into an encore of her romp with her boyfriend and premiere of her nude performances to come…
  290. 290.
    >With one more peck on the lips, you give your girlfriend’s soft rear a gentle squeeze before retreating to your spot just out of sight and almost beneath the front of stage where you can still see your girlfriend Octavia and wait for your cue…
  291. 291.
    >Your role will play an integral part in Octavia’s performance: You will make SURE your girlfriend has been impregnated just in case last time was somehow not enough.
  292. 292.
    >The two of you prepare, both inside of the zone including the stage that no one else can get to.
  293. 293.
    >Minutes later… the spotlight switches on with a reverberating metallic noise inside the rafters in the dark above the stage.
  294. 294.
    >Octavia’s footsteps towards the eerily empty center of the stage echo as the chatter from the crowd falls silent.
  295. 295.
    >Swallowing her pride with subtle disdain toward herself for being her, Octavia can feel her tits subtly jiggling inside of her fancy modest clothes to her footsteps, those soft mounds of hers still confined in the support and restraint of her bra underneath her dress shirt and other outer clothing.
  296. 296.
    >The protection of layers she won’t be able to hide under for much longer.
  297. 297.
    >The small seat props her up in place as she sits down with her cello in-hand.
  298. 298.
    >The magic of her previous performance is rekindled as soon as the slow graceful sounds of her cello fill the cavernous concert hall.
  299. 299.
    >Her hands are steady and almost surgical in how she holds her instrument close to herself.
  300. 300.
    >Octavia’s passion is indeed still on full display, proudly boasting her love for performing these majestic songs for her fans.
  301. 301.
    >The cellist finds solace in this moment, almost believing it’ll never end and she can ignore the death of her former reputation which she will pour rocket fuel onto the bonfire of on this stage tonight.
  302. 302.
    >After the end of each song, Octavia silently addresses the rumors and scandal of hers in defeated acceptance of what she’s chosen for her fate.
  303. 303.
    >Her tuxedo and everything else she’s wearing have been fully appropriate and functional up to this point, but Octavia makes a conscious decision to change that the second she notices you watching her while touching yourself in encouragement as she props her cello to the side and rises to her feet…
  304. 304.
    >”…I-It’s all true…” Octavia quietly blurts out between her shaky breaths.
  305. 305.
    >The truth leaving her lips feels like a betrayal of her soul, but she says it louder anyway to make sure it can be heard over the audience’s chatter that started up.
  306. 306.
    >”It’s all true! I… w-was having sex with my boyfriend in public. Indecently exposing myself to everyone around me and maybe getting pregnant. The photos are real, the videos are real.”
  307. 307.
    >A few scattered claps and whistles make their approval known over the sound of your fly being unzipped.
  308. 308.
    >They get louder over any noise you’re making after what Octavia says next after a timid gulp of aroused shame:
  309. 309.
    >”I’m going to make sure that I have been impregnated tonight… with you all as my audience. As a live performance is unmistakably real.”
  310. 310.
    >Reluctantly, but on purpose, Octavia’s trembling hands slowly undo her bowtie and toss it aside, then they unbutton the front of her tuxedo jacket.
  311. 311.
    >The fact that Octavia can see you’ve begun to stroke your erect member to her is the only thing motivating her to continue undressing for the cheering audience watching every second of it.
  312. 312.
    >The pearly white of Octavia Melody’s button-down dress shirt now glows in the spotlight as the sides of her unbuttoned tuxedo top fall open and soon slip off her shoulders.
  313. 313.
    >The soft bust from Octavia’s big pair of breasts under her dress shirt protrudes that giveaway of her cup size with the outline of her bra underneath already visible through the white fabric in the bright spotlight.
  314. 314.
    >Reluctantly, but on purpose, Octavia’s trembling hands now clumsily unfasten the top couple of buttons of her white dress shirt, the still precision she once had now absent.
  315. 315.
    >”Chin up, Tavi…” Octavia mumbles to herself under her breath after she pauses out of fear. “They came here to see this. Best carry on with this and don’t let them down…”
  316. 316.
    >She disobeys her fear of breaking public decency laws again and undoes the third button down, now intentionally revealing the top of her cleavage to her audience… another step closer to…
  317. 317.
    >She tenses up again, feeling every ounce of her well being screaming at her not to continue this.
  318. 318.
    >To instead listen to her dignity and common sense she’s known her whole life.
  319. 319.
    >The rational fear of removing all of her clothing before a crowd of hundreds of people watching her.
  320. 320.
    >She’s Octavia Melody, the renowned cellist who only unbuttons her dress shirts this far down in privacy, not in front of the audience watching her performance.
  321. 321.
    >Another gulp comes from Octavia remembering that stripping herself all the way down to full nudity IS the performance now.
  322. 322.
    >The fear of letting you and her audience down barely outweighs the nagging horror of exposing her entire bare body to so many people watching her.
  323. 323.
    >With another gulp swallowing her distinguished self-respect she’s betraying, Octavia Melody resumes clumsily unbuttoning her white dress shirt now with everyone’s eyes watching her unveil her full cleavage pressed together by her vibrant purple bra cups~.
  324. 324.
    >Octavia shudders and breathes heavily with every mental alarm going off in her head.
  325. 325.
    >Unraveling her own propriety with her shaky hands, showing such a lewd and improper sight of her bare skin to her audience.
  326. 326.
    >Her usually private moment is now public and on display…
  327. 327.
    >Dizziness slightly sways Octavia side to side more as she unfastens more buttons down, letting the cool draft of the open air lick her bare skin…
  328. 328.
    >She knows that increase in whistling is because of the loosened sides of her open dress shirt falling away to reveal how visible the bumps from her stiffening nipples are becoming through her purple lace bra cups~.
  329. 329.
    >A deep shuddering breath punctuates the moment the final button gently flies open and away from Octavia’s smooth tummy; Octavia’s bellybutton rises against the cool air kissing her bare skin with her next inhale.
  330. 330.
    >”Nngh…” Quietly groans Octavia as the feeling of her wide open white dress top limply slipping off her shoulders and down her arms causes a sting of shame to rake down her heart.
  331. 331.
    >Hear heart ignores the part of her screaming not to take this any further, and continues to race with perverted excitement that finally starts to resurface.
  332. 332.
    >A deep breath can only pull Octavia out of her shame she’s trying not to drown in for so long.
  333. 333.
    >But an even deeper arousal rooted in her reaches where it needs to go as the sight of you gratifying yourself to Octavia helps her charge forward.
  334. 334.
    >The dress shirt silently lands onto the surface of the stage around Tavi’s shoes.
  335. 335.
    >The part of her that wants to pick it back up must be interrupted by her hands only reaching to unfasten the front of her dress pants and guide the loosened waistline down her wide hips…
  336. 336.
    >Peeling the fabric off her smooth creamy thighs, Octavia guides the pants further down in a bow among the finale of her modesty.
  337. 337.
    >The audience approves the sight of Octavia Melody’s vibrant lacy purple panties clinging to her crotch and hips~.
  338. 338.
    >Octavia’s soft boobs are pushed together for the audience in her lacy purple bra cups between her arms.
  339. 339.
    >Her soft tummy scrunches into slight folds as the audience cheers for Octavia leaning forward with her ample cleavage on display…
  340. 340.
    >The girl soon stands up straight and stands motionless in just her frilly purple underwear, the delicious curves and features of her barely clothed body a testament to her feminine beauty…
  341. 341.
    >What a nightmare she’s subjected herself to, standing in nothing but her frilly, revealing underwear in front of the audience of hundreds that came to see her perform.
  342. 342.
    >Yet she still has to go further; Octavia has to remove her bra and panties for her audience.
  343. 343.
    >After a half-minute long tense pause, the girl wishes to retreat back into the opposite direction from where she instead goes with this performance.
  344. 344.
    >Octavia hesitantly ignores the side of herself urging her not to expose herself, heart pounding as she reaches back to the clasp of her bra and fumbles with it…
  345. 345.
    >Hasn’t she already gone too far?
  346. 346.
    >How could she go even further? Now just remove her bra in front of her audience like no one is watching?
  347. 347.
    >After the back of her lacy purple bra springs apart, your cellist girlfriend Octavia Melody reluctantly abandons her dignity and shame, slipping the loose purple straps off her smooth shoulders to deliberately show the entire audience her bare breasts~.
  348. 348.
    >Octavia’s big hard nipples pucker against the cool air that meets them after those lacy purple bra cups fall away…
  349. 349.
    >A barrier is crossed when the loudest yet uproar of the audience’s cheering and whistling accompanies their collective gaze upon Octavia Melody’s soft naked pair of breasts~.
  350. 350.
    >The topless girl swallows the last of her shame down to the butterflies in her stomach before her neatly trimmed pussy patch is revealed by her thumbs hooking around her panty straps with an emboldened tug…
  351. 351.
    >That tug takes Octavia’s panties halfway down her smooth soft thighs, unknowingly skipping the hesitation the girl felt about showing her pussy to her audience before she could realize it.
  352. 352.
    >You are tasked with catching all of Octavia’s clothes and tossing them far away from the stage as your naked girlfriend tosses each garment to you while you get ready to approach and accompany her.
  353. 353.
    >Octavia can feel an electric rush of excitement tumbling through her fully naked body everyone can see.
  354. 354.
    >Everything she’s known about herself has fallen into question.
  355. 355.
    >Everything she’s known about her fans falls into question just as far the longer they applaud her brazen on-stage disrobing.
  356. 356.
    >The obvious approval of her state of nudity on full display eases Octavia’s reservations about being naked in front of so many gazes.
  357. 357.
    >It assured her that this is a new territory she didn’t know was such an incredible feeling to discover.
  358. 358.
    >All that fear Octavia felt now drowns in the thundering applause she receives for sacrificing her dignity live before her audience.
  359. 359.
    >That excitement nudges the girl to push boundary after boundary now that she feels the other side of that leap of faith through the breeze upon her weaving between her bare legs.
  360. 360.
    >The command to slip her fingers between her exposed folds and begin teasing her clit didn’t come in words, but in energy.
  361. 361.
    >Octavia’s blushing face brightly glows in the spotlight on her.
  362. 362.
    >A shiver of terrified lust starts up as she begins playing with her next instrument for her audience: herself.
  363. 363.
    >Fingering her pussy harder, Octavia couldn’t help but make her supple tits wobble from her motions, but something makes her pleased to entice her fans with these soft assets of hers…
  364. 364.
    >”Y-yes… it’s all true… this is me.” Whines Octavia with her stroking fingers diving deep between her vulva. “It’s who I am now…”
  365. 365.
    >She bites her lip with a groan as she begins to muster the bravery to really get into her nude masturbation.
  366. 366.
    >She deliberately allows her bare tits to jiggle to the way she’s working at herself.
  367. 367.
    >She’s almost ashamed of what she’s doing for her loving lustful fans, but has locked herself onto a mode to continue no matter what now.
  368. 368.
    >A whimper of aroused weakness creaks out of Tavi’s throat as her presented treatment of her own pussy only feels better the longer it goes on.
  369. 369.
    >Her breaths become long as deep as her excitement learns to coexist with how comfortable and relaxed she’s becoming.
  370. 370.
    >Every little stroke and nudge brightens the darkness of this nightmare she’s subjected herself to.
  371. 371.
    >The Octavia from even 20 minutes ago wouldn’t be able to believe this is happening.
  372. 372.
    >Placing the seat further away from her perched cello, Octavia locks gazes with you and beckons you onto the stage with her…
  373. 373.
    >”Come here, baby~.” Octavia Melody’s sultry tone senses your desire to put your hands and mouth all over her smooth naked beauty…
  374. 374.
    >You give yourself a few more strokes in your way up to the stage, more focused on making sure your girlfriend isn’t alone in this moment.
  375. 375.
    >She’s displayed herself to the entire world for you, permanently committing to her new path in life you’ve helped her into.
  376. 376.
    >Her excitement makes her motion jiggle her naked tits and ass around as you approach her on the stage, erect cock proudly wobbling as you walk.
  377. 377.
    >All those cheers from the crowd know what they want to see you do…
  378. 378.
    >What they want to see happen to Octavia.
  379. 379.
    >Octavia stares at your stiff manmeat pointing its full erect attention towards her naked curves and features…
  380. 380.
    >You embrace your naked girlfriend so quickly that you could have sworn you had run across the stage to get to her.
  381. 381.
    >She falls into your arms and hands, submitting to your immediate touching that missed her more than an astronaut that’s been away from earth for a decade.
  382. 382.
    >You’ve returned to your girlfriend in her moment of nude performance, her most intimate and private state on display for all to see.
  383. 383.
    >She has let everyone witness this core of who she is now.
  384. 384.
    >And you are part of that, feeling Octavia up all over her smooth naked skin to the soundtrack of the crowd cheering you two on.
  385. 385.
    >The taste of Octavia’s saliva is shared between your mouths in a deep liplock of reunion.
  386. 386.
    >The smooth cushiony globes of Octavia’s nude booty are firmly squished under and between your grabbing fingers as you maneuver your girlfriend back towards her lone performance seat…
  387. 387.
    >You sit her right down as your hands cup her tender suckable breasts.
  388. 388.
    >Give those mounds a few squeezes before returning yet another kiss Tavi silently begged for.
  389. 389.
    >The tight space of your mouths interlocked together is its own stage where your tongue and Octavia’s tongue dance together in a zealous little tango together~.
  390. 390.
    >You swallow her moans while your hands snake all over that sleek perfect skin your girlfriend always takes care of.
  391. 391.
    >Exploring those beautiful womanly curves you’ve already known so well for so long, again and again.
  392. 392.
    >Showing the world how much your girlfriend Octavia Melody lets you intimately plunder her naked body more giddily than the last pirate alive fixing to sail off with a pyramid’s worth of gold all to himself.
  393. 393.
    >Her slightly toned tummy swells with each breath against your hand gently grazing her silky skin.
  394. 394.
    >Her smooth back arches with a shiver as your fingertips climb up towards the back of her neck.
  395. 395.
    >Your touch spreads all over your girlfriend Octavia’s bare skin along with a fever pitch heat from her embarrassment mixing with your presence calming it.
  396. 396.
    >Telling your sweet girl that you’re right here in this moment with her.
  397. 397.
    >By her side as the scrutiny showers upon her with your approval and encouragement of her lewd display of pleasure…
  398. 398.
    >Setting her free from her propriety in front of the crowd of not onlookers this time, but her paying, cheering audience.
  399. 399.
    >Octavia doesn’t need to ask you what would her fans think of such degradation happening to her; both of you can hear it all around you what many of them think.
  400. 400.
    >Octavia’s hot scented breath mingles with her perfume while you sloppily kiss her on repeat.
  401. 401.
    >Her excitement moves in tune with your hands advancing all over her nude body, spreading her delicious thighs to invite you between them.
  402. 402.
    >Her enamored gasp reacts to you instantly accepting that invitation, begging you to publicly-on-stage claim her body and soul forever with a thrust of her hips mirroring yours.
  403. 403.
    >Your cock had gotten desperate to endure an envelopment stroking its length once more, and Octavia’s sleek plump vulva lips gladly part for your leaking, nudging glans in substitute for your hand…
  404. 404.
    >A louder, lower moan from Octavia lets her audience know that what they saw on their screens is finally happening before their very eyes.
  405. 405.
    >”Please… please baby…” Octavia’s eyes glimmer into yours. “Make sure I’m pregnant.”
  406. 406.
    >Her face reddens further and her toes curl when you spear your length deeper.
  407. 407.
    >Octavia missed your manhood as longingly as you missed her womanhood, but the two of you unite in a perfect bullseye this time with audible plapping noises to show for it.
  408. 408.
    >You knew to start thrusting when you felt your girlfriend’s warm soft walls sheathing around your length.
  409. 409.
    >This detail of the performance is communicated to the audience by Octavia’s wanton expression contorting into a lip-biting grin that cares not how debased she looks…
  410. 410.
    >The audience grows quiet in pure awe of Octavia’s new performance, letting her hot and flustered groans marinate in the atmosphere.
  411. 411.
    >Watching their favorite naked cellist get her pussy pounded, her womb awaiting that white flood that becomes more imminent as your girlfriend’s moans pile up.
  412. 412.
    >You intimately pound your way deeper between Tavi’s naked leglock that hopes the crowd reads into how badly she wants to keep you closely humping her~.
  413. 413.
    >The distinguished cellist from before is exposed and unrecognizable, letting out high pitched wails as every plapping thrust shamelessly makes her naked breasts bounce wildly in front of the entire audience of hundreds…
  414. 414.
    >Octavia keeps shelter inside the solace she finds in the lovely tingles your shared slippery friction shoots through her nude body.
  415. 415.
    >Her voice reaching heights no one has ever heard out of her before, making noises no one proper dares to taint their reputation with.
  416. 416.
    >You thrust the doubts away inside of her, making your girlfriend just accept this is who she is now, accept that everyone can already see the performance she chose to put on.
  417. 417.
    >Octavia embraces you just as tightly as she embraces the beautiful disgrace she has fallen to~.
  418. 418.
    >Continuing to endure the plaps that tangle up her mind’s ability to weave together any shame left.
  419. 419.
    >”I’m… so… h-horny…” Confesses Octavia in an entranced voice hinting at pride in her breathy tone.
  420. 420.
    >She doesn’t think to try to catch the words before they come out until it is far far too late.
  421. 421.
    >That only lasts until your thrusting scrambles your girlfriend’s mind again anyway~.
  422. 422.
    >Pleasuring her back into hoping the audience is watching every second of her willing defilement.
  423. 423.
    >Her moans grow bolder and louder, drifting even further away from the noises a proper lady would be expected to make.
  424. 424.
    >She wants them to…
  425. 425.
    >Breaking down the barrier between her and the shameful uncouth pleasure she now understands how badly she needs to catch the climax of.
  426. 426.
    >”I’m going to… c-cum…” Octavia announces loud enough for both you and the audience to hear her. “Please, impregnate me…”
  427. 427.
    >Even though you’re 100% sure she’s already pregnant from the previous romp, you double down on your plapping thrusts with determination to fill your girlfriend up anyway.
  428. 428.
    >”Please~! Get me pregnant PLEASE~~!” Her once polite begging grows desperate and demanding, making sure the audience notices her shift in tone.
  429. 429.
    >That thrusting transformed Octavia Melody into this beautiful naked girl wanting nothing more than to feel you ejaculate inside of her in front of her fans.
  430. 430.
    >You did this to her.
  431. 431.
    >She let you do this to her.
  432. 432.
    >Octavia’s wet clamping pussy impatiently spasms with urgency that sends you over the edge, rejoicing when she feels your cock wildly jolt from your hot load pulsing through from your heavy swinging balls right into your girlfriend’s convulsing pussy~.
  433. 433.
    >Octavia’s convulsing pussy mindlessly tremors as she feels your saved-up cream gush into her hot tight depths spurt by spurt~.
  434. 434.
    >---
  435. 435.
    >Through the lens of the footage of that moment that was taken by someone in the audience, you relive the moment you blasted an even larger load into your girlfriend Octavia melody than the previous time.
  436. 436.
    >Feel your muscles tense up as though you're already climaxing again, like a knee-jerk reaction or placebo effect that could unlock the mystery behind wet dreams.
  437. 437.
    >You already know for a fact that if Octavia wasn't already pregnant before that exact moment in the video can can sense your ropes of semen careening deep into her cervix, you damn well changed that with that white explosion that felt like it should have been heard over your girlfriend's moaning.
  438. 438.
    >Octavia's hand tightens around yours as her reaction to that moment of the video is hardly any different either.
  439. 439.
    >You turn to look at her once again donning that swimsuit of hers that started this.
  440. 440.
    >Two frilly rims presenting that sleek caress-able midriff to you with that hourglass figure silently longing for your hands back onto your girlfriend's smooth warm skin.
  441. 441.
    >Both of you already knew what the other one wanted.
  442. 442.
    >It was always going to be the same thing.
  443. 443.
    >You gently run your hands up and down the smooth surface of Octavia's bare tummy while she sunbathes right next to you.
  444. 444.
    >She arches her back on purpose to present her tummy to you more brazenly with her cute bellybutton stretching...
  445. 445.
    >A soft giggle sneaks its way out of her every time your hands run back up the curved sides of her hourglass midriff.
  446. 446.
    >She knows damn well how soft her skin is to your touch, welcoming your hands to explore as much as they want as the rising and falling of her sexy tummy slows back down from giggling to gradual panting~.
  447. 447.
    >She lets you tug the frilly hem of her bikini top up a little to run your thumbs along her supple underboob on each side, the slight bumps from her stiffening nipples already subtly greeting you.
  448. 448.
    >You plant brief little kisses onto those bumps, then resume admiring how well your girlfriend takes care of herself with gentle kisses on the smooth perfect surfaces of Octavia's subtle cleavage, armpits, collarbone, shoulder and sides of her neck~.
  449. 449.
    >A groaning giggle from Octavia voices her approval of this...
  450. 450.
    >Her soft clean skin radiates with the warmth of the sun's rays; you could rub your face against her tummy in particular all day.
  451. 451.
    >You want to, and she wants you to.
  452. 452.
    >Her hand encourages you to move your face back down, promising that she agrees with how hot yet relaxing it feels.
  453. 453.
    >As you run your hands back down as well, you check for the possible beginnings of a baby bump, remembering the positive test result the two of you saw together.
  454. 454.
    >The pristine alluring almost salty taste of Tavi's smooth bare skin teases your lips with every kiss you plant around her cute bellybutton, and excites your tongue with every lick you have her.
  455. 455.
    >Comforting that sexy flat belly enough to accompany the future offspring you and your girlfriend -soon to be wife- are going to have together.
  456. 456.
    >Her tranquil breathing gently swells that smooth tummy of hers against the side of your resting face.
  457. 457.
    >Both of you always knew you made the absolute right choice.

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