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A Spark of Youth - part 2

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You’re lying on Ashton’s bed, your legs spread wide as his head moves between them. He’s taking his time, kissing your inner thighs and teasing you with feather-light touches along your slit. His warm breath sends shivers down your spine, making you squirm in anticipation.

“God, your tongue feels amazing on my clit,” you moan, arching your back as he finally makes contact with your swollen bud. He doesn’t reply, just hums his approval and continues to lick and suck, driving you wild with desire.

You grab his head, pushing it down harder against you. “Oh, fuck, Ashton! Yes!” You can feel the tension building inside of you, your orgasm approaching like a freight train.

But just as you’re about to reach the edge, he pulls back, leaving you gasping for air and frustrated beyond belief. “That’s enough,” you say firmly, pushing him onto his back on the bed. “Your turn.”

You straddle him, slowly undoing his shirt buttons as you kiss his chest. His eyes are locked on yours, a mix of lust and amusement in their depths. “Hope you don’t mind me watching you now,” he says with a smirk.

“Not at all,” you reply, your fingers trailing down his stomach to the waistband of his pants. You unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly, revealing the bulge in his boxers. “Your cock looks so good,” you say, admiring it through the fabric.

Ashton moans as you slide your hand inside his boxers, wrapping your fingers around his hardness. You pump him slowly, feeling him grow even harder in your grasp. “Fuck, YN, that feels incredible,” he groans, throwing his head back against the pillow.

You lean down to kiss him, your lips meeting his as you continue to stroke him. His hands roam over your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing your ass. The sensations are almost too much to bear, and you know you’re getting close again.

But just as you’re about to reach the peak, a knock sounds at the door. Your heart skips a beat, and you quickly scramble off Ashton, both of you scrambling to get dressed.

“Ashton? Everything okay in there?” It’s another resident, checking in on him.

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” Ashton calls out, his voice strained as he tries to regain his composure. “Just watching some TV.”

You hold your breath, praying that the resident will believe Ashton and leave them alone. After what feels like an eternity, you hear footsteps retreating down the hallway.

“Fuck,” you say, exhaling sharply. “That was close.”

Ashton chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “A little too close for comfort,” he agrees. “But I guess we’ll have to finish this another time.”

You nod, your heart still racing as you gather your things and head for the door. As you leave, you can’t help but feel a mixture of frustration and anticipation for what comes next in this unexpected and thrilling relationship with Ashton.

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