When knock-off time arrived, Lilith took Mark to the Brisco mansion in her limousine.Something was strange about her.Normally, she would be glued to his side, pressing against him like she was afraid he might vanish. But today, she sat at the far end of the seat, body angled away, eyes fixed on her phone.Every few seconds, her cheeks turned pink.Mark narrowed his eyes and leaned slightly, trying to peek at whatever had her so absorbed.Without even looking up, she shoved his face away.“Don’t. It’s girl stuff.”He blinked, then leaned back, deciding not to push his luck.Eventually, the limousine rolled into the Brisco estate.As the gates opened, Mark noticed a crowd streaming into a large building near the edge of the property. The museum, probably — he still hadn’t had time to explore it himself.Damn… this place is swarming with customers.For a moment, he pictured it — people

Mark went downstairs calmly and quietly. He sensed how the mood had changed and how the lights had dimmed.Before making his appearance, he took a peek at the sitting room. It featured huge couches, a large TV, and a small table with four chairs at the far end. That’s where Lilith was, and she kept taking deep breaths.Is she nervous? Mark thought, chuckling a little.Then he made his entrance. She slightly recoiled, straightening into a stiff posture.“Oh... wow,” Mark said casually. Lilith’s cheeks flushed as she braced herself to hear his compliment. “What a nice pizza you ordered. Beef and onion? My favorite."Her expression soured into a slight frown."It’s a little... unconventional for a date, but please, eat," she responded, her voice tight as she fought to maintain her composure."Date?" Mark echoed, feigning ignorance.Without wasting time, he began chowing down. His eyes sparkled as he savored the tas

"So what? Should I stop?" Mark whispered, his thumb continuing its relentless assault on Lilith's clit through the thin fabric of her panties. Lilith squeezed her eyes shut, her head lolling back against the couch. She’d touched herself before, sure, but this was different. Mark’s touch was far more electric than her own. Even through the barrier of her clothes, he was hitting every sensitive nerve of her paradise. "Yes... Ahhhh... I think you should stop," she managed to gasp out between broken moans. "Are you sure?" Mark teased, his voice vibrating against her skin. "Because your body is telling me a completely different story. You're dripping wet, Lilith." His fingers were already slick and slimy, stained with the evidence of her hornyness. "I'm... not... wet," she protested, a final, weak stand for her dignity. But even she knew the lie tasted sour. "Really now?" Mark’s voice dr

Mark looked down at Lilith. She was panting, her body slumped and weak, still vibrating from the aftershocks of that massive climax.He moved to pull out, intending to give her a moment to breathe, but as the head of his cock reached the exit, Lilith twisted around. She looked at him over her shoulder, her expression soft and hauntingly pitiful."Please... don't pull out," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I have separation anxiety. Don't leave me."Mark froze. The vulnerability in her eyes hit him harder than any of her yandere outbursts. Was this the real reason she had clung to the "no sex until marriage" rule? She wasn't afraid of the act; she was terrified that once he’d had his fill, he’d leave her?He softened, a genuine smile forming at his lips. He leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to the curve of her neck while guiding his cock back into her pussy. "Don't worry," he murmured. "I’m not going anywhere."As he slid back ins