Welcome to the Innocent World

The roulette wheel spun again, lights flashing wild as the music boomed through the club, rattling the walls. The crowd was hyped, yelling and clapping as the wheel clicked to a stop.

It landed on me giving head to Afa, with her facing the crowd, sitting on the couch.

The announcer threw his hands up, grinning like a maniac. "Woo-hooo! Here we go, folks!" he shouted, and the crowd cheered loud, some of them yelling at me to do it right, to make her cum hard. Laughter rippled through the room.

I shot them a look, smirking as I waved them off. "Don't try to teach me, alright? I'm way more experienced than you clowns," I said, my voice cocky but playful.

Afa giggled, leaning back on the couch they'd dragged up for her. "Yeah, he truly is," she chimed in, winking at me. "You'll see."

The announcer laughed, crossing his arms. "Sure thing, big shot. Let's see how good you really are—show us what you got!"

Afa plopped down on the couch, facing the crowd with zero hesitation. She spread her legs wide, no panties in sight since she'd tossed them earlier. The slick, bare view of her pussy was right there, open for everyone to see, glistening under the lights.

She propped her hands on either side of her, giving me this sultry look that could've melted steel.

"Come on, Austin," she purred, her voice dripping with want. "I can't wait for it…"

"You're bad," I said, grinning as I stepped closer, my eyes locked on hers.

"Only for you," she teased back, her hand sliding down to rub her pussy slow and deliberate, seducing me right there in front of everybody.

The crowd hooted, some whistling as she arched her back a little, putting on a show.

"Damn, Afa," I muttered, dropping to my knees in front of her. "You're making this too easy."

"Then make it worth it," she challenged, smirking as she kept rubbing, her fingers slick and teasing.

The announcer leaned into the mic, chuckling. "Looks like she's ready, Austin—don't keep the lady waiting!"

"Don't plan to," I shot back, smirking up at Afa before leaning in, ready to give her exactly what she wanted.

I crouched down in front of Afa, my eyes dropping to her pussy peeking out from under the black one-piece she had on. Her fluids glistened, dripping slow, showing just how wet she was already. My pulse kicked up a notch.

"It's all yours, baby," she said, her voice low and sultry, pulling me in.

She spread herself wider, using two fingers to open her gap, giving me a clear view of her slick, pink hole.

"Ahh, fuck, babe…" I muttered, closing my eyes for a second to steady myself before leaning in. My lips met her, smooching her pussy soft at first, tasting her warmth.

"Ahhh… huhh…" Afa moaned, her voice breaking as the sound spilled out. Her hands grabbed my head, fingers digging into my hair, and her legs twitched, squeezing in a little around me.

Her head tilted back, mouth open, lost in it as I kissed her deeper. "Ahhh… so good… ahh…" she whimpered, her body trembling under my touch.

I licked her clean, running my tongue along every side, savoring her taste—like sweet salt and heat all mixed together. I ate at her skin like it was a meal, hungry for more, my lips and tongue working her over.

The announcer's voice cut through, hyping it up, something loud and wild, but it barely registered. The music kicked back in, thumping hard, and the crowd cheered, their noise rising—but it was all just a blur in the background. For me, it was her taste, her scent, the way she moved that filled my head.

I grazed my teeth over her clit, biting down just enough, and her whole body shuddered hard, a sharp gasp tearing out of her. Her grip on my head tightened, her thighs quaking as the sensation hit her like a shockwave.

The announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, teasing us as I stayed crouched between Afa's legs.

"Look at this guy—fully enrolled in the action! He's not coming up for air anytime soon!" The crowd cracked up, their laughter mixing with the thumping music.

I smirked but didn't stop, sliding two fingers inside her wet hole, feeling her tighten around me.

My lips locked back onto her clit, sucking hard as I worked her.

Afa moaned louder, her eyes squeezing shut. "Oh God, yes…ahhh ahhhh..." she gasped, her breath hitching.

Her hands gripped my head tighter, fingers tangling in my hair as I rubbed her G-spot with steady strokes, curling my fingers just right.

"You're getting close, aren't you?" I teased, glancing up at her flushed face.

"Don't… don't stop, ahhh.." she panted, her voice shaky, desperate.

She didn't have to tell me twice. I kept going, sucking and rubbing, and her moans cranked up, echoing over the crowd's cheers. Her legs started trembling, then clutched around my face, locking me in as she hit her peak.

"Ahhhrghhrbhh…" she cried out, her voice breaking into a wild, garbled sound.

With a sudden burst, she let go, her orgasm hitting hard as she came all over my face, warm and wet.

The crowd burst out laughing, loving the mess of it. Afa's thighs squeezed me tight, her body arching off the couch, shivering through the aftershocks.

The announcer jumped in with a grin, "Well, damn, she painted him good—someone get this man a towel!"

Afa smiled down at me, still catching her breath, and rubbed her pussy against my face, slow and deliberate, like she was riding out the last of it. "Ahh...You're too good at this, I love it ahh..." she murmured, her voice husky.

"Gotta keep up with you," I shot back, smirking as I licked my lips.

"Hufff… huff…" I finally pulled back, out of breath, wiping my face with the back of my hand as the crowd kept hooting and hollering. Afa slumped back on the couch, grinning at me, her chest heaving.

"Worth it?" I asked, catching my own breath.

"Hell yeah," she laughed, brushing her hair back. "You're my hero for a reason."

The announcer clapped his hands, his voice cutting through the buzzing air. "Alright, folks, we've got two rounds left—let's keep the hype up, guys!" The crowd roared back, their cheers bouncing off the walls as they started chugging drinks, some shouting at me and Afa, "Just fuck already! We can't take it anymore!" Their laughter mixed with the clinking of bottles, wild and unchecked.

I glanced at Afa, and we both cracked up, shaking our heads at how crazy it was getting. "They're losing it," I said, grinning at her.

"Yeah, they're dying for us to go all out," she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Guess we're the main event now."

The roulette wheel spun again, lights flashing as the music thumped hard, then faded out.

It clicked to a stop, and the slot lit up: I had to tear Afa's clothes off, push her onto the couch, and fuck her for five minutes without stopping my thrusts even once.

The announcer's jaw dropped for a sec before he laughed into the mic. "Damn, now that's a crazy one we got here!"

The crowd went nuts, finally feeling the peak of the hype, screaming and whistling like they'd been waiting for this all night. Afa stood up in front of me, her grin wide and fearless.

"You ready for this one, Austin?" she teased, stepping closer.

I gave her a serious look, my hands landing on her shoulders as I turned her to face the crowd.

"Oh, I'm ready," I said, my voice low. My fingers gripped the fabric of her black one-piece around her chest, and with one quick yank, I tore it apart. The sound of ripping cloth cut through the noise, and her boobs spilled out, jiggling free in front of everyone.

"Ahhh," she moaned, her hands flying up to cup my cheeks as she tilted her head back against me.

"So wild, baby," she breathed, her voice shaky with excitement.

"You asked for it," I smirked, leaning down to kiss her from behind, my lips brushing the soft skin of her neck. She arched into me, her body warm and buzzing with the same energy that had the crowd on edge.

"ahh..Give it to me, then," she murmured, turning her head just enough to catch my eye, her grin daring me to keep going.

The crowd was still buzzing, and one guy near the front shouted out,

"Man, she's got some heavy curves there!" His buddies nodded, whistling as they eyed Afa up and down. Their hands were rubbing their dick over their jeans.

The announcer chuckled into the mic, nodding along. "Can't argue with that—she's a knockout!"

I leaned forward, smirking at the guy who'd spoken up, my eyes narrowing just enough to make a point.

"Yeah, and she's all mine," I said, my voice carrying over the noise as I slid my hands around Afa, groping her chest right there in front of everyone. Her boobs filled my palms, soft and warm, and I gave them a squeeze to stake my claim.

Afa played along, flashing a smile as she pressed herself back into me. "You jealous yet?" she called out to the guy, her tone teasing, her head tilting playfully.

The dude in the crowd gritted his teeth, his jaw tight with envy, glaring at us like he wanted to say something but couldn't.

I caught his look and laughed under my breath. "Tough luck, man," I muttered, then turned my focus back to Afa.

"Ready for the real show?" I asked her, my smirk widening as I grabbed her hand.

"Always," she shot back, her eyes glinting with that wild spark I loved.

With a quick tug, I pushed her toward the couch—close enough to a bed for this game—and she landed with a little bounce, giggling as she sprawled out, waiting for me to make my next move.