Welcome to the Innocent World

I stood over Emily and Afa, stroking my dick fast and deliberate, rubbing it against their faces as they knelt there, mouths open wide, tongues out, waiting for me.

Their skin glistened under the club lights, already streaked with spit and traces of my earlier cum, their eyes locked on me, eager and unashamed. "Arghh, fuck yeahh…" I groaned, the heat surging as I hit the edge, and with a sharp jerk, I came hard, my semen gushing out in thick, white spurts.

It splashed across their faces—over Emily's nose, Afa's cheek—landing in messy streaks, a few drops hitting their tongues as they tried to catch it.

I kept jerking, not wasting a drop, milking every last bit as it dripped down their chins, pooling in the hollows of their throats.

"So good…" I muttered, my voice rough, my chest heaving as I watched them take it, their faces painted with my white juice.

"Yeah… hot and thick cum," Emily replied, licking her lips slow, savoring the taste as she grinned up at me, her voice sultry and satisfied. Afa nodded beside her, wiping a streak off her cheek with her finger and popping it in her mouth, giggling softly like it was a treat.

I flicked my eyes over to her husband, still sitting there, and froze for a sec. Tears were sliding down his cheeks now, silent and steady, his face tight with something raw—pain, maybe, or just overload. His jaw clenched like he was holding it all in.

"Oo… he's crying…" I said, surprised, my voice cutting through the haze as I nodded toward him.

Emily and Afa both turned their heads quick, their cum-streaked faces to look at him.

Emily's eyes widened, a flash of guilt cutting through her playful high. "Honey…" she said and spun on her heels and rushed to him, dropping to her knees in front of his chair.

"Honey… I'm sorry… don't cry, okay?" she pleaded, cupping his cheeks with her hands, her fingers smearing my cum across his skin as she held him. Her voice was gentle now, genuine, all the teasing gone as she searched his face.

He nodded slow, forcing a smile through the tears "Okay…" he whispered, his voice shaky.

"I love you a lot… always remember that, okay?" Emily said, her smile softening into something real, warm, as she leaned in and kissed him.

Her lips pressed against his, soft and firm, my cum still clinging to her mouth, and he closed his eyes, kissing her back, his hands resting light on her shoulders.

I wiped my hand on my thigh, and glanced at Afa in front of me knelt. She watched them, a small, comfortable smile tugging at her lips. "Well, damn," she murmured, nudging me with her elbow. "Guess they're still solid, huh?"

"Yeah…" I said, smirking back at her, my voice low as I watched Emily and her husband hold each other. "Good for them." Afa and I shared a look, easy and relaxed, the chaos of the club humming around us as we let the moment settle, content with the mess we'd made.

Emily's husband pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her as he pressed his forehead to hers. "As long as you're happy… I'm happy too," he said, his voice soft but steady. His hands rested gentle on her back, holding her like he meant it.

"Honey… thank you so much," Emily murmured, her smile widening, genuine and warm as she hugged him back tight. "I love you."

"I love you too," he replied, his tone quiet but firm, a little crack of emotion slipping through as he squeezed her shoulders, their moment cutting through the wild haze of the club around them.

I leaned back against the couch-bed, my hands resting on my sides, letting out a long "Sighhhhh… phew…" as the tension drained out of me. "That was kinda tiring," I said, wiping a hand over my face, "but damn, it felt so good."

My body buzzed with the afterglow, every muscle loose and spent from the hours we'd lost in there.

Afa, still kneeling in front of me, her naked skin catching the flickering lights, giggled up at me. "Ehehe… see? I was right to bring you here," she said, her voice smug and playful as she brushed a strand of her wild hair behind her ear. "Told you this place was a vibe."

"Yeah, you win that one," I chuckled, exhaling hard as I pushed myself up to stand, my legs a little shaky from all the action. "Let's go now—we've been here way too long." I stretched my arms over my head, feeling the ache settle into my bones, the club's thumping music still pounding in my ears.

"Yeah, sure," Afa said, hopping to her feet with a bounce, her energy somehow still intact. We grabbed our clothes from the scattered piles around the stage.

With a last glance at Emily and her husband, still wrapped up in each other, we stepped off the stage, weaving through the tangle of bodies still fucking and dancing in the Electro Club's wild chaos.

The air was thick with sweat and heat, the lights flashing red and blue as we pushed toward the exit, leaving them behind in their own little bubble of love amid the madness.

We crossed back through the big auditorium we'd passed earlier, its high ceilings and dim corners a stark contrast to the club's pulsing energy. The muffled thump of the music faded as we stepped out onto the street, the heavy door swinging shut behind us. The sun hit us hard, glaring high in the sky, a bright, unrelenting blaze that made us squint after hours in the dark.

"Damn… it's afternoon already," Afa said, throwing a hand up to block the rays, her other hand resting on her hip as she tilted her head back, taking in the light.

"Yeah…" I muttered, pulling my phone out of my pocket and checking the time—3:00 p.m. flashed on the screen. "Four, five hours just gone in a flash." I sighed, shoving it back into my jeans, my stomach rumbling loud enough to notice now that the adrenaline was fading. "Let's eat something—I'm starving after all that cardio in there."

Afa opened her mouth to reply, probably with some smartass quip, but her phone buzzed sharp in her hand before she could get a word out. She glanced at the screen, her brow furrowing a little. "It's my dad," she said, holding it up like she wasn't sure whether to answer yet, the sun glinting off the glass as we stood there on the quiet street.