Green Signal

"Aron's point of view,"

"Aron, you did very wrong with me. Why did you make me drink whisky? Now I can't control myself."

She put her lips on mine in a whisper.

"That's what I want, Sara.

I want to make you lose control."

I squeezed her neck and gave her a tender kiss to stop her crying.

Even though she told me she enjoyed my tender touch, her passionate kiss caught me off guard.

What had suddenly happened to her?

I had the impression that she was controlling me throughout this kiss. She was passionately embracing my lips as if this kiss were vital to her very existence.

I was preoccupied with her kiss and failed to notice that she had unbuttoned my shirt. Her fingers ran over my torso, causing electricity to surge through my body. I had planned to fuck her in the playroom, but when I saw her inebriated, I dropped the plan.

She repeatedly sobbed in front of me and begged me to release her. Something prickled in my chest today, though, as I saw her eyes well up with tears. Her past experiences were causing her to cry. Knowing a little bit about her family piqued my curiosity about her past because I had no information about it.

Despite my desire to question her about her life story, I refrained from doing so because of her apparent fragility. I've had whisky before having sex with many women, but Sara is unlike any of them. After drinking whisky, no woman ever cried. They did engage in some wild behavior in bed, but this woman is completely insane—exactly the opposite of what I had anticipated.

Although I will never tolerate the tantrums of another woman, I do not comprehend why I was unable to simply leave her alone in the restroom. I held her in my arms when she was unable to sustain her body weight.

I have no idea why I feel the need to always be there for her when she stumbles.

I wouldn't make her drink half a bottle of whisky if I knew that this was her first time. Being her first in everything made me joyful, though. I was a little sad to see her in a beer dress, but I was relieved to see her wearing red underwear underneath.

When my junior saw her wearing my favorite red lacy underwear, it was delighted.

Seeing her swollen, red eyes made me resist the urge to force her to sit in the corner of the basin and fuck her hard.

I carefully undressed her and gave her a cold shower to calm her out from the whisky effect.

My lust sought to overwhelm me again when I saw her nude body in front of me, but I sensed that she wasn't comfortable with my intense gaze because she covered her pussy with one hand and her chest with another.

I put a bathrobe on her and led her to the bedroom so she could fall asleep. But when she lay on the bed, she started crying once more.

Upon seeing her tears, my junior immediately went back to her normal position. Suddenly, my lust faded, and a sense of sadness passed over me. I have no idea how to get her to stop crying. I've never had to deal with a crying woman. My ability to soothe her is lacking due to my limited experience dealing with women who are driven by desires.

I will never have her drink whisky if I am aware beforehand that she will respond negatively afterward. Since I could think of nothing else to stop her from crying, I gave her a gentle kiss.

"Where's your big dick, Aron?

Does your penis sleep?"

Her kisses captivated me so much that I didn't notice her hand creeping under my briefs. She looked at me, bewildered, and grabbed my loose dick.

Is this the same, Sara?

This time, I noticed lust in her eyes rather than nervousness or blushing on her face.

"Aron, I want to kiss your firm dick." With her hand, she covered my loose dick.

My junior reacted to her touch right away, and as he felt her gentle finger over it, it hardened.

"Sara, are you sure?"

I never would have guessed that after sobbing hysterically, she would become so bold all of a sudden.

Is this the whisky's influence, or is my soft kiss taking effect? She slipped down my briefs and pressed her face against my dick.

It's unbelievable that she licked my cock without expressing her distaste this time. To feel her soft touch on my dick, I closed my eyes. Two or three times, she gently kissed the summit of my genitalia before glinting her tongue across it.

When I asked her to put my entire dick in her mouth, she again covered her mouth with her palm to stop vomiting. Although I was disappointed to see her reaction, I did not wish to put her through it while she was intoxicated.

"Sara, it's ok." I took hold of her hand and forced her to lie beside me.

"Aron, I want you to kiss me." She gently murmured in my ear.

I kissed her, pressing my forehead up against hers.

"No, not here."

She looked directly into my eyes and shook her head.

"Then?" I gave her a confused look.

"Here." She took hold of my hand and touched her vagina.

"Sara, I am curious to see your reaction as the whisky goes down."

Seeing her wild side, I grinned and pressed my face into her vagina.

When I lightly touched her pussy, she let out a loud moan.

"I want to feel it more, Aron." She pulled my head between her thighs and grasped my hair fiercely.

She tried to contain herself by curling her toes and clutching the bedsheet, but she was so electrified that she was unable to control herself at all.

"I want you, Aron." She screamed.

I put my dick into her tight pussy right away because I had been waiting so long to experience her wild side.

"I want to feel you more, Aron." Her rambling heightens my desire for her even more.

She was vocally demanding that I fuck her hard and yelling my name in response to every thrust I delivered.

After strongly fucking her, I asked her to sit over my dick, as she still hadn't reached her climax. After sitting over my dick, she wiggled her buttocks.

"Sara, please be gentle; my junior is suffering."

She was so engrossed in her enjoyment that she failed to see my thick skin roughening her vaginal walls.

"Aaron, I'd love to ride over you."

She rubbed my erect dick into her pussy, pushing her butt up and down three or four times before placing her head over my chest.

I could tell she was experiencing an orgasm because of her heavy breathing.

What about me, though?

My junior wants to fuck her more. After witnessing her wild side, my junior began to gravitate toward her.

"That's unfair, Sara. I'd like to feel you too." I whispered into her ear.

"You can fuck me, Aron, but don't ask me to move—I'm too exhausted right now." She closed her eyes in response to me.

I fucked her hard by laying on my side and climbing over her by lifting her legs into the air after receiving her green signal.