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With Manic's eyes scanning over the girl, he thinks about it. He smirks and puts out the blunt, stuffing it away. "Yeah, sure, why not? Lead the way."

Twenty-Eight years old, and Manic's still got it. Good to see that the college girls still like their stoner boys, and this goth chick is no exception.

He doesn't remember exactly whose house this is, but they have some nice clean sheets. Well, for now, at least.

The room is tidy and organized, but that doesn't really matter. Their shoes are already on the floor as they sit on the edge of the bed, hands playing down along each other's arms. When her lips press against his own, he's living the good life, enjoying the soft smacks.

Soon, though, he slides his hands up to the rabbit's cheeks, and she encourages him by spreading her lips.

Then, his tongue goes in, but not before she greets him. Her grip tightens on her back, her black-dyed hair. He can't help but chuckle through it. She growls.

She is the one that pulls away from him, their tongues bridging saliva together. She licks her lips and scoots back just a little bit, biting her lip, gripping the edge of the bed, and bringing her knees together. She's the one who wanted this to happen, and now that it is, she has to admire that lazy, laid-back smile as he watches her, waiting for whatever surprise comes next.

Cream knows this night will be full of surprises for the man who used to babysit her. For her, it's promising to be full of excitement. She flutters her eyes at him, letting him get a good look at her black eyeliner, and then she grips the top of her low-cut top and pulls it down.

Her tits spring free, but at the cost of this old top of hers, probably forever stretched.

But the look on his eyes as he sees those pierced bunny boobies is worth the sacrifice.

She tilts her head and smirks, nodding gently.

Manic whistles and scoots close to her, reaching his hands up. He pauses, pulls off his gloves, and lets his fingers stroke underneath her breasts and then up and around her nipples.

"Fuck yeah, girl..." he whispers, nodding. "You know how to party."

"Show me you do," Cream responds in a breathy voice.

Manic leans in, one hand moving to her back, pushing her in, as he holds one tit in place with the other, bringing his mouth up against her. He kisses her nipple, his tongue flicking out, running up and down the sides of the sensitive flesh. His nose presses against her tit, and he shakes his head, gently tickling against her fur.

It's enough to make her bite her mouth and, against her better judgment, titter in a childish delight.

"You like my tits, eh?" she asks, a gentle chuckle rising to make the laugh seem less awkward and more mature.

Manic pulls back and nods, licking his lips. "Y-yeah, you're so fuckin' hot."

"Well, I didn't bring you here just to admire my body," she says, nodding her head and pointing down between his legs with a casual flick of her wrist. "Let's see what you got."

Manic sits back, one leg on the bed and another dangling off the side. He watches her with a sleepy gaze as his dick rises up between his legs, ready and hard for a bit of action.

And it's action he'll have, as Cream falls down between his legs, wrapping those warm, soft tits around his shaft. She squeezes her breasts together, keeping her eyes upon him, slowly, steadily, sliding over his cock, feeling that rigid and twitching thing wrapped around her. "Oh yeah, now that's what I'm talkin' about," she coos.

Manic groans, falling on one hand, using the other to place upon her head. "D... damn, girl... you're... you're really workin' it. You must... must be starving for dick."

"Starving for your dick," she mutters to herself.

"Huh?"

"Nothing," she chirps, speeding up. "I just thought I'd have a little fun with ya before you fuck my brains out later. I like a nice and pent-up guy before he goes at it. Makes him want to drill me extra hard, I'd bet."

"W... well, you got that right," he says, gripping her hair. "B... but be careful not to, ugh... make me cum too soon."

"I think I got it handled," she says, giving him a smirk before she pulls herself up and away from him. She sits back, licking her lips, leaning back on the mattress, and resting on her elbows. "Now, your dick hasn't exploded yet, but you're not going to use it."

"I'm... not?"

She shakes her head, smirking, sliding fingers down along her body, over her nipple, down over her mound, past her top, and to her waist. There, she tugs down her pants with fingers hooked at the waist.

Manic leans forward, his eyes widening.

She pulls her pants down to her thighs, and he can see that she isn't wearing anything underneath. There's just her wet, glistening pussy, pubic fur trimmed and shaped almost like an arrow pointed right at her cooch.

"So, let me ask you a question," she asks, fingers sliding down her labial lips. "Are you a fan of edibles? Cause you're gonna be eating good tonight."