First 3 chapters on my new story (chapter 1 re released inside)

Chapter 1

Sarah leaned against the doorframe of Mel's bedroom, twirling a lock of her long, blonde hair around her finger. Her outfit left little to the imagination: a tight, white blouse tied just below her chest, barely containing her cleavage; a plaid skirt that could have been mistaken for a wide belt; thigh-high white stockings held up by garters peeking out from beneath the skirt. Her black heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she shifted her weight.

"Really, Sarah?" Mel said, glancing over her shoulder while she adjusted a string of Halloween lights around her mirror. "Did you have to go with that outfit?"

"What? It's Halloween," Sarah replied with a mischievous smile, her blue eyes sparkling with defiance. "I'm just getting into the spirit."

"Yeah, but my family is here. Do you have any idea how awkward this is going to be?" Mel's tone carried more concern than anger.

Sarah shrugged, moving into the room and perching on Mel's bed. She stretched out languidly, making sure every curve of her body was accentuated by the too-small uniform. "Relax, Mel. It's just for fun. Your parents will survive."

Mel sighed and turned to face Sarah, hands on her hips. "It's not just my parents; it's my cousins and even my grandparents. You're practically naked."

"And?" Sarah arched an eyebrow, clearly enjoying Mel's discomfort.

"And... you're a brat." Mel rolled her eyes but couldn't help a small smile creeping onto her face. "Seriously though, couldn't you have picked something less... you know."

"Less what?" Sarah teased, leaning forward so that her blouse gaped even more.

Mel's cheeks flushed slightly. "Less slutty."

"Oh come on," Sarah laughed, flopping back onto the bed and staring at the ceiling. "If anyone says anything, I'll tell them it's your idea."

"Don't you dare," Mel warned, though there was no real threat in her voice.

Sarah winked at her friend. "Don't worry. I'll behave—mostly."

Mel shook her head but didn't argue further. Instead, she returned to untangling the lights, muttering under her breath about how she should have known better than to expect anything different from Sarah.

As Mel worked, Sarah hummed a tune softly to herself, swinging her legs back and forth over the edge of the bed, utterly unconcerned about the family downstairs or the judgmental stares she might receive later.

The door creaked open as Mel’s younger cousin peeked in, wide-eyed at Sarah’s attire before quickly retreating with a whispered “Oh my god.”

Sarah chuckled softly. “Looks like I’ve already made an impression.”

Mel spun around, her eyes narrowing at the sight of her younger cousin. "Brad, get out!" she snapped, her frustration evident.

But Sarah's voice cut through the tension like silk. "Oh, don't be so mean, Mel." She propped herself up on one elbow, flashing a playful smile. "Come on in, Brad. Have a seat with me."

Brad hesitated in the doorway, his gaze flicking nervously from Mel to Sarah. His cheeks turned pink as he tried to avoid staring directly at Sarah's exposed thighs. But Sarah had other plans; she shifted slightly on the bed, making sure Brad caught a glimpse of her panties as he took cautious steps toward her.

"Your big cousin is so mean to you," Sarah cooed in a voice dripping with faux innocence. It was the tone a mother might use to comfort a scared child, though the words carried a different weight altogether. "Come sit by me."

Brad obeyed, perching on the edge of the bed while trying—and failing—not to stare at Sarah's legs. His discomfort only seemed to amuse her further.

"That's better," Sarah said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face and leaning in closer. "What are you dressed as, Brad? Your outfit is really cute."

His voice wavered as he answered, "I'm Tanjiro... from Demon Slayer."

"Tanjiro?" Sarah tilted her head, feigning curiosity while letting her fingers trail lightly over Brad's sleeve. "That's such a cool character! You look great."

Brad's blush deepened as he stammered out his thanks. His eyes kept darting between Sarah's face and the tantalizing glimpse of fabric beneath her skirt.

Sarah continued her subtle game, leaning back just enough for Brad's view to become even more revealing. "You know," she murmured, keeping her voice low and soothing, "I think you're really brave for wearing that costume."

Brad swallowed hard, his mind racing and his body reacting in ways he desperately hoped neither girl would notice.

Mel groaned in frustration but chose to focus on untangling the lights instead of escalating the situation. Meanwhile, Sarah’s attention stayed firmly on Brad, enjoying every second of his flustered reactions.

"Mel might be tough on you," she whispered conspiratorially to Brad, brushing his arm with hers lightly enough to send shivers down his spine. "But I think you're sweet."

Sarah bit her lip as she let her fingers drift up Brad's thigh, making it seem as though she was merely feeling the material of his costume. "This fabric is so nice," she purred, her voice low and enticing. "I love Halloween, don't you? So many interesting costumes... so many fun things to do."

Brad's eyes widened, and his breath hitched as Sarah's fingers continued their slow, deliberate journey upward. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the warmth of her touch sending electric shivers through his body.

"I especially love helping people out with their costumes," Sarah continued, her fingers now brushing dangerously close to his crotch. "Making sure everything fits just right. Sometimes, it takes a little... adjustment."

Her hand moved over his outfit, pressing lightly against the growing bulge beneath the fabric. Brad hunched over slightly, a whimper escaping his lips as Sarah's fingers made contact with his cock.

The single touch was enough to push him over the edge. He felt an overwhelming surge of pleasure course through him, his body convulsing as he came in his pants. His face turned beet red, a mixture of embarrassment and ecstasy playing across his features.

"Oops," Sarah whispered with a sly grin, pulling her hand away and watching Brad's reaction with amusement.

Brad bolted upright, stammering an excuse before he fled to the bathroom, leaving Sarah chuckling softly to herself.

Mel turned back to Sarah, her expression a mix of exasperation and curiosity. "What did you do?" she asked, her voice dripping with a patronizing tone.

Sarah laughed, feigning innocence. "What? I didn't do anything. Just being friendly."

Sliding off the bed, Sarah moved behind Mel, her fingers trailing lightly over Mel's shoulders. "You know," she began, her voice low and sultry, "a vampire? Really? So cliché."

Mel rolled her eyes but couldn't help a small smile. "It's Halloween, Sarah. What did you expect?"

Sarah's hands continued their path down Mel's arms, her touch soft but insistent. "I expected something a bit more... daring." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Mel's ear. "Why not ditch this dress and go for some sexy lingerie? Be a slutty vampire."

Before Mel could respond, Sarah's hands reached down to cup her breasts through the fabric of the dress. Mel laughed and brushed Sarah's hands away. "Behave yourself."

Sarah pouted dramatically before flopping back onto the bed, looking up at the ceiling with a sigh. "You’re no fun."

The door creaked open again, this time revealing Mel’s auntie. She looked around the room with a puzzled expression. "Have either of you seen Brad? He disappeared on me."

Mel straightened up and shook her head. "He was being nosy, so I sent him away."

Sarah struggled to stifle a giggle, covering her mouth with one hand as she glanced over at Mel’s auntie.

Mel’s auntie raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. "Alright then," she said slowly before turning to leave the room.

Once the door closed behind her auntie, Sarah burst into laughter, flopping back on the bed with renewed energy.

Sarah's laughter finally subsided, and she turned to Mel with a wicked grin. "Guess what? Brad came in his pants," she announced, mimicking an exaggerated orgasm face and moaning theatrically. "Oh, Sarah! Oh, oh!"

Mel couldn't help but burst into laughter, her shoulders shaking as she tried to catch her breath. "That was mean, Sarah," she said between giggles, though her tone lacked any real reprimand.

Sarah shrugged, her grin not fading. "I only touched his cock for a second. It's not my fault he couldn't handle it." She flopped back onto the bed again, looking entirely too pleased with herself.

Mel shook her head, still chuckling softly. "You really need to behave yourself when we go downstairs. The last thing we need is for you to traumatize anyone else tonight."

Sarah huffed, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Fine, fine. I promise," she said, crossing her fingers behind her back where Mel couldn't see.

Mel sighed but chose to accept Sarah's dubious promise for the moment. "Alright then," she said, glancing at the door where her auntie had just exited. "Let's go before anyone else decides to come looking for us."

Sarah slid off the bed and adjusted her outfit one last time, making sure everything was as revealing as possible. She followed Mel to the door, her expression a mix of excitement and mischief.

As they headed downstairs together, Mel couldn't shake the feeling that Sarah's promise might be short-lived. But for now, they had a party to attend and family members to entertain—or in Sarah's case, scandalize.

Chapter 2

Sarah and Mel descended the staircase, the hum of chatter and laughter growing louder as they neared the party. The living room buzzed with activity, guests mingling and enjoying the Halloween festivities.

Mel led Sarah over to a small group that included her mother and a few family friends. "Hey everyone," Mel greeted them with a warm smile. "This is Sarah."

Sarah flashed a bright smile, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Hi, nice to meet you all."

As they chatted, Sarah felt a gaze on her and glanced around the room. She caught sight of Mark, Mel's dad, standing near the drink table. His eyes lingered on her figure longer than they should have, his expression betraying his interest.

A playful blush crept up Sarah's cheeks. She caught Mark's eye and gave him a slow, deliberate wink. His face flushed with embarrassment as he quickly looked away, focusing intently on his drink.

Mel nudged Sarah playfully. "Behave," she whispered with a smirk.

"Always," Sarah replied, though the glint in her eyes suggested otherwise.

Just then, Mel spotted her cousin Lily across the room. "Oh! There's Lily," she said excitedly, waving her over.

Lily approached them with a shy smile, her latex catsuit gleaming under the lights. The tight material clung to every curve, accentuating her recent breast implants and giving her an hourglass silhouette that turned heads as she walked by.

"Lily, this is my friend Sarah," Mel introduced them warmly. "Sarah, this is my cousin Lily."

Sarah's eyes widened in admiration as she took in Lily's outfit. "Wow, you look incredible," she said genuinely.

Lily blushed deeply, looking down at the floor with a bashful smile. "Thank you," she murmured softly.

Mel beamed at her cousin. "You really do look amazing tonight," she added, squeezing Lily's hand in encouragement.

Lily glanced up shyly but met Sarah's gaze with a hint of curiosity. "It's nice to meet you," she said quietly.

Sarah grinned and leaned in conspiratorially. "So, Catwoman? Great choice."

Lily nodded, still blushing but looking more comfortable now that they were chatting casually. "I thought it would be fun," she admitted with a small smile.

Mel chuckled and nudged Sarah again. "See? Even my shy cousin can pull off daring outfits."

Sarah laughed softly and winked at Lily. "Well, you've certainly outdone yourself tonight."

Mel looked at Lily with pride shining in her eyes. "You know, I'm so proud of you," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "For everything you've been through and how strong you've been."

Lily's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. "Thanks, Mel," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the party's din.

Sarah's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Wait, you're trans? I would never have guessed," she exclaimed, her tone genuinely astonished.

Lily giggled softly, the sound almost drowned out by the music. She seemed to shrink into herself slightly but also enjoyed the attention. "I guess I did a good job then," she replied, her smile growing.

Sarah took Lily's hand and gave her a playful twirl, admiring the way the catsuit accentuated her figure. "What do you think of my outfit?" Sarah asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Lily's face flushed even more, and she stammered, "Y-you look really sexy."

Mel elbowed Sarah lightly. "Stop teasing," she admonished with a knowing look.

"Sorry," Sarah said with a mock pout. She then turned serious for a moment. "I'll stop."

As Mel turned to talk to another guest, Sarah leaned in close to Lily's ear, her breath warm against Lily's skin. "You better stay calm," she whispered seductively. "If your cock gets hard, it has nowhere to hide in that catsuit."

Lily whimpered softly, her body trembling slightly from the whispered words.

With a sly grin, Sarah tapped a finger over where Lily's cock was restrained by the tight latex. The action sent a shiver through Lily's body.

Sarah straightened up and joined Mel on their way to the kitchen for drinks, leaving Lily standing there blushing and flustered.

Sarah and Mel made their way to the kitchen, the buzz of the party becoming a distant hum behind them. Mel poured two glasses of prosecco, handing one to Sarah with a smile. As Sarah took a sip, she noticed Brad lingering in the corner, his face a deep shade of red. Their eyes met, and his blush deepened.

"I'm going to check on Brad," Sarah said to Mel, setting her glass down. "Say sorry for earlier."

Mel raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Alright, just... be nice."

Sarah winked and sauntered over to Brad, her hips swaying provocatively. She stopped in front of him, a playful smirk on her lips. "Hey there," she began softly. "I wanted to apologize for earlier."

Brad's eyes darted nervously around the room before settling on her face. "It's fine," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sarah closed the distance between them, pressing her body against his. She felt his breath hitch as he instinctively looked down her top. Her giggle was soft but filled with mischief as she felt his cock press against her thigh.

"You know," she whispered, leaning closer so her lips brushed against his ear. "It was pretty funny making you cum in your pants so easily."

Brad's face turned crimson, and he opened his mouth to respond but no words came out.

Sarah's fingers traced lightly over his chest. "You're such a virgin," she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. "I could tell mine was the first hand to touch your cock that wasn't your own."

Brad swallowed hard, trying to muster a response but failing miserably.

"And cumming prematurely like that," Sarah continued, her tone both mocking and seductive. "It's adorable how inexperienced you are."

Brad's breathing grew heavier, his embarrassment palpable as Sarah's words sank in.

She giggled again, reveling in the power she held over him.

Brad's face reddened, but he squared his shoulders, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "That was a one-off," he said, his voice firmer than before. "It won't happen again."

Sarah's chuckle was soft but filled with challenge. "Oh really?" she purred, leaning in closer. "Prove it."

Brad blinked, his bravado wavering under her intense gaze.

"Meet me in the upstairs bathroom in ten minutes," she instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Without waiting for his response, Sarah turned and sauntered back to Mel, her hips swaying with each step. She saw Mel watching her with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

Mel crossed her arms over her chest as Sarah approached. "What was that about?"

Sarah raised her hands in mock surrender. "I was nice, I promise," she said with a grin.

Mel narrowed her eyes but didn't press further.

Sarah downed her prosecco in one swift gulp and poured herself another glass, savoring the bubbles on her tongue. As she took a sip, Hannah, Mel's mom appeared beside them, clad in an Art the Clown costume that was both elaborate and terrifying.

"Wow, Mrs. Terrifier herself!" Sarah exclaimed with a laugh. "You look amazing—and scary!"

Hannah grinned wickedly and pretended to stab Sarah with a fake knife. "Gotcha!" she said before breaking into laughter.

Sarah clutched her chest dramatically. "Oh no! I've been slain!"

Hannah chuckled and patted Sarah on the shoulder. "Thanks, dear. And you... well, you look a little underdressed for a family party," she commented, eyeing Sarah's revealing outfit.

Sarah smirked and did a little twirl. "I thought I'd bring some excitement to the evening."

Hannah shook her head but smiled warmly. "Well, you certainly have the figure to get away with it."

Hannah's smile widened as she turned to Sarah. "So, how's college treating you, dear?"

Sarah took a sip of her prosecco and leaned against the counter. "It's going well, Mrs. Terrifier," she replied with a playful grin. "Lots of studying and parties, you know how it is."

Hannah chuckled, shaking her head. "I do remember those days. Seems like only yesterday." She paused, looking at Sarah with genuine affection. "You've become such a close friend to Mel. It's like having another daughter around."

Sarah's eyes softened at the sentiment. "Thanks, Hannah. That means a lot."

Mel glanced over and caught sight of Lily standing by herself again. "I'm going to chat with Lily for a bit," she said, excusing herself.

"Sure thing," Hannah replied, giving her daughter a quick hug before turning back to Sarah.

Once Mel had walked away, Hannah's expression grew more curious. "Sarah, can I ask you something?"

"Of course," Sarah said, setting her glass down.

"Is Mel seeing anyone these days?" Hannah asked softly, her eyes filled with maternal concern. "She keeps her relationships so private."

Sarah thought for a moment before responding. "Nobody that I know of right now. She was seeing a girl named Kim for a few weeks, but it didn't last."

Hannah sighed, a hint of disappointment in her eyes. "I just wish she could find a nice girl like you."

Sarah laughed softly, shaking her head. "Oh no, I like guys," she said with a playful wink.

Hannah laughed along with her. "I meant like you, not actually you," she clarified with a warm smile. "You're like my second daughter—it would be odd."

Sarah grinned and gave Hannah's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "I get it," she said warmly.

Hannah's eyes sparkled with gratitude and affection as they continued their chat about college life and the party around them. The room buzzed with energy as they talked, creating an atmosphere of warmth and connection amidst the Halloween festivities.

Mel wrapped her arms around Lily, pulling her close. "You look amazing tonight," she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "I’m so happy you’re not the bratty little cousin you used to be."

Lily chuckled, their eyes locking for a moment. Their faces were inches apart, the connection between them palpable. They held the gaze until Lily's cheeks turned pink and she glanced away.

"You know," Lily began softly, "I always had a crush on you. I always wished I could be like you."

Mel felt a warmth spread across her own cheeks. "Really? You used to be such a little shit. I thought you hated me."

"No," Lily shook her head, smiling shyly. "When I was Liam, I used to think about you all the time. You were my sexy older cousin, and I didn’t know how to handle it, so I acted out and was mean."

Mel's expression softened as she took in Lily’s words. "Well, I like the girl you've turned into."

Lily’s eyes shone with gratitude, but before the moment could get too heavy, Mel grinned mischievously. "Enough serious chat," she said with a playful nudge. "Let's go into the garage and play some beer pong. I need to get you ready for college life."

Lily giggled and nodded, following Mel towards the garage. She couldn’t help but let her gaze trail over Mel's figure as she walked ahead. A part of her wished Mel would wear something as daring as Sarah’s outfit.

As they entered the garage, the sound of laughter and clinking bottles greeted them. The makeshift beer pong table stood in the center, surrounded by a few of their cousins already deep in a game.

Mel grabbed two cups and handed one to Lily. "Ready to show these guys how it’s done?" she asked with a wink.

Lily smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. "Absolutely."

Chapter 3

Brad stood outside the bathroom door, his heart pounding against his ribcage. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he wiped it away with a trembling hand. "Okay, Brad," he muttered to himself, trying to muster some confidence. "This is it. This is your moment. You're going to lose your virginity." He could hardly believe it was Sarah who would take it. She was two years above him, the girl every guy in high school wanted but could never have.

Taking a deep breath, he turned the knob and stepped inside.

Sarah sat against the bathtub, her eyes glinting with mischief under the dim bathroom light. Her long, flowing blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders like a golden waterfall. She wore a revealing outfit that clung to her curves, accentuating every inch of her body. Her lips curled into a smirk as she looked him up and down, amusement dancing in her eyes.

"Lock the door," she commanded softly, her voice carrying an edge of authority.

He obeyed, fumbling with the lock until it clicked into place. His hands shook as he turned back to face her.

Sarah rose gracefully from her position, each movement deliberate and feline-like. She sauntered over to him, her hips swaying provocatively. When she reached him, she placed a finger on his chest and slowly trailed it downwards, leaving a burning path in its wake.

"You've been thinking about this for a while, haven't you?" she whispered before pressing her lips against his.

The kiss was fierce and aggressive, like a challenge thrown down between them. Her tongue demanded entrance, and he opened for her without hesitation. The taste of her overwhelmed his senses as she pulled him closer, their bodies pressing together.

Brad’s mind spun as he tried to keep up with the intensity of Sarah's kiss. Her hands roamed over his body, igniting sparks wherever they touched. He clung to her desperately, afraid this moment would slip away if he didn’t hold on tight enough.

Sarah pulled back slightly, their breaths mingling in the scant space between them. Her eyes bored into his with an intensity that made his knees weak.

"You ready for this?" she asked, not really seeking an answer.

Brad swallowed hard and nodded, unable to form words through the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him.

Sarah dropped to her knees with a predatory grace, her eyes locking onto Brad's with a blend of amusement and challenge. She reached up, fingers dancing along the rope that held his costume together.

"Think you can last five minutes?" she asked, her voice dripping with mock sincerity. "If you do, maybe I'll let you fuck me."

Brad's heart raced even faster, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through him. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, he watched as Sarah began to untie the rope.

"You said last time was a one-off," she continued, eyes glinting with a hint of derision. "Said you could handle it."

She tugged the rope free, causing his costume to loosen around his waist. Her hands moved deliberately slow, savoring every moment of his discomfort. She pulled his pants down in one swift motion, revealing his throbbing cock. Precum glistened at the tip, and Sarah giggled at the sight.

"Oh look at you," she taunted. "Already dripping and I haven't even touched you yet."

Brad's face flushed crimson, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from her.

"You had to throw your boxers out after earlier, didn't you?" she teased, tracing a finger along the length of his cock. "I bet it was a big load too."

He shivered at her touch, his body reacting instinctively despite the humiliation. The memory of earlier flashed through his mind—the moment he had lost control under her teasing.

Sarah leaned in closer, her breath hot against his skin. "Think you can hold it this time?"

Her words were a dare wrapped in velvet, leaving Brad teetering on the edge of both arousal and shame.

"You're going to need to hold on tight, Brad," she said, her voice a blend of sultry and teasing. "Because I'm about to show you what it's like to really lose control."

She trailed her fingers up his thighs, stopping just short of touching him where he most wanted it. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

"I'm going to start by running my tongue along the length of your cock," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. "Just a light touch at first, barely enough to feel it. I'll tease you until you're begging for more."

Brad's knees wobbled at the vivid mental image she painted. He gripped the edge of the sink behind him, trying to ground himself in reality.

"And when you're nice and desperate," Sarah continued, "I'll wrap my lips around you, taking you in inch by inch. You'll feel my mouth getting warmer and wetter as I go deeper."

Her fingers danced dangerously close but never quite made contact. The ache in his groin intensified with every word she spoke.

"Then I'll swirl my tongue around the tip," she said, her eyes never leaving his face. "Just imagine it, Brad. My tongue moving in slow circles, teasing you until you're trembling."

Brad's breath hitched as he pictured the scene she described. His cock twitched in response, desperate for the touch she promised but withheld.

"And when you're right on the edge," Sarah purred, "I'll take you all the way down my throat. You'll feel every inch of me surrounding you, squeezing you tight."

She paused, letting her words sink in before continuing.

"But I won't let you cum just yet," she added with a wicked grin. "I'll pull back at the last second and start all over again—teasing and tormenting until you're begging for release."

Brad's entire body tensed at the thought. He could almost feel her mouth on him already, even though she hadn't touched him yet.

"Think you can handle that?" Sarah asked, tilting her head slightly as if genuinely curious.

He nodded weakly, unable to trust his voice to form coherent words.

"We'll see about that," she said with a playful smirk. "

Sarah leaned in, her breath warm against Brad's trembling skin. Her lips hovered tantalizingly close before she pressed a single, feather-light kiss on the head of his cock. The effect was immediate and electric.

Brad's hips buckled involuntarily, a guttural cry escaping his throat as pleasure surged through him. He barely had time to register what was happening before his body betrayed him. Thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock, hands-free, each pulse accompanied by a helpless shudder.

Sarah jumped back, her laughter ringing through the small bathroom like a chorus of mocking bells. She clutched her sides, tears of laughter streaming down her face as she watched the spectacle unfold. Brad's cock continued to spasm, shooting jets of cum with each agonizing contraction.

"Unbelievable," she gasped between fits of laughter, collapsing onto the floor in sheer amusement.

Brad stood there, rooted to the spot by a mixture of mortification and frustration. The pleasure that had sparked so intensely now felt hollow and unsatisfying. Each pulse of his orgasm brought not relief but an unbearable sense of incompleteness. It was as though his body was playing a cruel joke on him, offering up the physical release without any of the accompanying satisfaction.

His cock continued to twitch and spurt, long after the initial rush had passed, leaving him feeling empty and defeated. He glanced at Sarah, who lay on the floor still consumed by her laughter. Her amusement only deepened his sense of humiliation.

The room seemed to close in around him as he struggled to catch his breath, each ragged inhale punctuated by the echoing sound of Sarah's laughter. The intensity of the ruined orgasm left him feeling more frustrated than ever before—a cruel reminder that pleasure could be both given and taken away in an instant.

"Did you... did you just cum from a kiss?" Sarah managed to choke out between giggles, her eyes alight with wicked delight.

Brad could only nod miserably, unable to form words through the haze of disappointment clouding his mind. His cock finally began to soften, leaving behind a sticky mess and an overwhelming sense of frustration that gnawed at him from within.

Sarah's laughter gradually subsided into chuckles as she wiped away tears from her eyes. She stood up slowly, still grinning from ear to ear as she looked at Brad with a mixture of pity and amusement.

"Better luck next time," she said with a wink before sauntering past him and out of the bathroom, leaving Brad alone with his shame and unfulfilled desire.