Amadeus crawled on his knees in front of her. The wobble of the mattress made her sway like a pendulum. While the sad expression disappeared from her face, he just thought: ~This is a good mattress.~ The springiness would come in handy later. After all, a good suspension took a lot of effort out of one. One should know that.

"I never thought anyone would feel the way I do. Most men think I'm clingy. If I'm honest and say how I feel, they don't want anything to do with me. But- But I also don't want to lie from the start that I don't feel that way. I just never know how to act..."

He nodded in understanding. There really was a lot you could do wrong. A foam mattress, for example, was just a bad buy. Anyone who bought something like that had already finished with his life. It was useless after maybe two weeks. It was maybe quiet nice, but only if you had no other plans for the bed.

"What do you think?"

He left the question unanswered. Sometimes it was better not to say anything and let the silence take effect. He also did not want to come across to her as someone who did such a thing often. But also not like someone who never did it. It was important to strike the right balance to impress her. So he leaned forward towards her with a stoic expression on his face, leaning heavily on his arm and tensing his biceps. When she saw this, the sentence she was about to start stuck in her throat as he simultaneously gripped her breast with his other hand. It was better that she stayed quiet. It would surely have become just another bummer.

His hand moved higher and pressed down on her shoulder, causing her to fall back against the backrest.

But then she suddenly seemed sad. The corners of her mouth drooped. This woman was really exhausting.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked shyly.

~Probably.~

"No, if anything, I did something wrong."

Resolutely, she shakes her head as if she completely disagrees.

"No, you have not."

~Of course not.~

The light from the stars half illuminated her face and cast fine shadows from her hair to her forehead. It seemed like a good time to kiss her. Even she understood that. In the corner of his eye, he saw her hands in her lap and how she nervously clutched her fingers. Gently, like a blanket, he placed his hand on her cheek and when he moved towards her, she closed her eyes He kissed her and his lips touched her tender lips.

He savored the moment and tasted a hint of strawberry. It was the lipstick. Her hair smelled similar. All in all, she had dressed up appropriately. Of course, he noticed the differences to today at lunchtime. With money and women, it was important to pay attention to the details if you wanted to make a profit. With a slight pressure from the pad of his thumb on her jaw, he instructed her to open her mouth slightly. She understood and his tongue grazed her soft tongue several times. The position was tiring. It would be better if it was swapped and he could lean back.

With his fingers on the back of her neck, he slowly turned away from her. If she wanted to continue kissing, she had to follow him. And she did. In the movement, the kiss broke away from time to time, but in those moments, he helped her find his lips again with light pressure from his hand.

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It would not be the same position. Wisely, he had stretched his legs out in the turn so that she would be sitting on him. He had also grabbed her hand to guide her way more easily. Her knee moved over his crotch and touched him briefly. At that moment, she opened her eyes.

Only now did she realize that there was something pressing against her crotch. It made her so nervous that he could feel her heart beating through her whole body. It would be bad if she started to think. They always did and then they got cold feet. But he was a professional. He did not let it come to that and grabbed the back of her neck and before she could get any ideas, he was already kissing her again and again with tongue.

At first she was still sitting above him and he only felt her pubic bone, but with every second she sank lower and he could feel more. He could feel that she was not shaved. He could feel the curled hair. He had not expected it to be otherwise, but he had at least hoped that was why she was in the bathroom for so long. It was her loss.

A few moments passed before she was sitting completely on top of him. Her heart continued to beat strongly, right up to her crotch. She was still wearing the bathrobe and her hands remained next to his head. She did not dare to do anything except the one thing he had shown her. She did not even dare to do the one thing that any woman would naturally do. It was necessary to teach her even that. But it was good that she could at least kiss without him having to hold on to her. He had experienced worse.

He grabbed her legs with both hands and slid his hands inconspicuously down her thighs under her bathrobe. Then he grabbed her bottom, pressed her pelvis down and pulled her up against him so that his arms tensed and they rubbed against each other with pressure. She moaned lustfully and her thighs pressed trembling against his pelvis. It seemed to come out of nowhere. The moan had given her away. She could no longer hide the fact that she just wanted to be fucked by a man, like all women.

"So, you like that?"

Without giving her time to respond, he pushed her back in the other direction and again she reacted similarly, and as if he had given her permission to rub herself against him, she continued on her own. Again and again she rubbed herself against him and breathed against his forehead with her soft voice. He controlled her only slightly by how much force he used to grab her ass. On the side, he wanted to kiss her, so he grabbed the back of her head and forced her to. She kissed and their tongues danced wildly together as she continued to rub herself against him. It was not long before he noticed her juices spreading all over him. She was a horny little bitch and better than expected.

Suddenly he felt something hard on his tongue. Before he had fully realized it, it had already passed down his throat. He had to cough, pushed her away and sat up as quickly as he could. He was no longer aware of what was happening around him. All he knew was that something was stuck in his throat and had to come out because he was unable to breathe.

A bloody tooth landed on the pillow.

He instinctively tried to find out where it had come from with his tongue, but why would he lose a tooth? It was a molar. He tasted blood, but he was not missing any.

He noticed the hand on his back and concluded that it was hers.

As he turned around, she pulled her hand away. She was on her knees with her hands in her lap, looking down as if she was ashamed.

"What the fuck?"

He was so shocked he had no idea what else to say.

"Um... It's been loose for a long time..."

There was still blood in his mouth and he wanted to spit it on the sheet or in her face.

"This is the most disgusting thing I've ever experienced in my life."

"I'm sorry..."

For a while he just stayed silent and stared at her in an anger, while she just stared at the sheet and did not even have the courage to look at him. Maybe it would be better to get rid of her. How could you lose a tooth while kissing? How disgusting did you have to be to do that? Could she not have removed it beforehand if it was so loose that it almost fell out by itself? The only thing that kept him from throwing her out was that he could constantly see her wet crotch. It had a soothing effect on his anger. When she realized where he was looking, she shyly pulled her bathrobe tighter.

"Should I go?" she asked in a low voice.

"Um... No... No, no. It's just a tooth. I've lost teeth too. Is that a baby tooth?"

"I don't know."

"How old are you?"

"18."

"It's probably a baby tooth that's left over. I guess that happens. I'll get over it. It's not that big of a deal. I just overreacted."

~It's still fucking disgusting.~

.../ End Part