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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐎. Evan was only a few years older than them, but he was always the odd one out since everyone thought he was weird. Elle got along with them regardless of the fact that it was not acceptable to talk about other people like that - especially without knowing their backstory. He was the type of guy who made you feel uneasy around him, probably because he never did anything illicit with the female sex. She kept reminding herself that it was a crazy notion. But Elle will only use her charm on him long enough to steal his keys before fleeing as far as she can.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ That should be simple, right?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Elle kept a tight eye on Evan at every break they shared; she even smiled at him more than she usually did out of politeness. She was disgusted with herself for taking advantage of someone for her own personal gain. Spencer was her personal need; she fantasized of his touches and kisses at night. She considered touching herself while thinking about him, but she shared a room with a roommate. Cassie was suspicious of both of them. On one occasion, she waited for Elle to return from another shift to inquire about their situation. Of course, Elle lied, claiming that her friend is in her own universe, where she sees things incorrectly, and that Spencer is merely a patient for her.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Cassie stopped asking questions when she saw Elle was not going to tell her anything. She was wise to give up in time.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Evan and Elle went in the yard together, the fall days were finally ordinary, there was some sun, but the most important thing was that the rainy days had finished. Or were the weathermen too early to provide good news? In any case, Evan and Elle spent their lunch break together, unconscious that Spencer was watching them from a big window in relax room. Spencer, who was envious since his Elle was hanging out with a nerd who had never met a woman.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ What he did not realize was that Evan was merely acting as a passing checkpoint to allow them to access the basement together. He observed them with frowns for a few days while she glanced at the window, but she could not see him because the glass was darkened from the outside. Elle irritated him. Spencer felt as if the entire world was watching his... watching her, making out with some character. He could hardly wait for the day Elle crushed Evan's heart by abandoning him in the Rosecliff yard.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Her plan was only half finished; the rest of it had to come somewhat spontaneously... but it could not last long because Evan would notice the keys were not there, so she made an amateur copy; she knew how to do it because she caught her little brother doing the same thing a couple of years ago. She hid the real keys in the men's locker room when no one was looking, and she always carried a duplicate.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The weather forecast was all over the news, announcing another storm and a power outage in her region. As an ideal candidate for sneaking about the building with one of the patients. Elle knew Rosecliff had generators, but if there was a power loss for a few of hours, they did not switch them on since the rooms were locked with regular locks, not electronic ones like the rest of the country. Furthermore, Rosecliff was one of the most guarded facilities; the cameras were merely... for some of the other things that were going on here.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She double-checked her plan a few more times to ensure that there were no surprises in the middle of it all; otherwise, it would be too late to ruin it all and Spencer would have to return to his room without any evidence. Elle needed to work a third shift, which was a critical step. Mr. Camerons decided that the third shift was mainly for male employees. Elle managed to get both second and third shifts today with a little effort and a few fake tears about her father's death anniversary tomorrow. Camerons preferred young women, she was persuaded, because he always catered to them, not the elderly women and workers who had been here for nearly ten years.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She officially detested males. They seemed filthy to her, but there was always an exception... Spencer Reid, who came for his daily dose of cards with her. Something about him drew her in from the start, first physically and then emotionally - when she finally met him. Elle had a special place for males that were older than her; some could call it daddy issues, but she disagreed.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Where is your boyfriend, Evan?" he questioned, angrily, and she laughed a little louder than she should have.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "If I did not know you, I would say you are jealous," she responded to his provocation. "I can not be envious of a kid swooning over you."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Elle cleared her throat to shift the conversation away from them and onto something far more significant, something she would spent the previous seven days organizing involving him. "The power should go out around 01:15am tonight, until five of the clock in the morning," she said as she placed her winning cards on the table.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "The cameras will be inoperable, and the security guards and nurses on duty will be checking on the patients, but this is not a big deal; they will just make sure all the doors are locked. I'm on the third shift, please wait for me," Spencer nodded as proud as he was worried that something might go wrong. He is never done anything like this before, save for the one in Mexico, which he refuses to discuss.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Do you put your trust in me, Spence?" She asked, a wide smile on her face. "I trust you with my own life, Elle," he acknowledged, making her heart skip a beat.

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Elle was exhausted even before the third shift began because she was in charge of preparing the table for dinner and cleaning up afterward during the second shift. Her legs did not get a chance to relax; she was always on her feet, and despite the strain, her head was firing on all cylinders. She was scared that she would do such a thing because, despite being a rebellious youngster, she had never broken the law so severely.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She knew what she was searching for, and it should not be too difficult; the two of them would finish the job considerably faster, given that one of them was a genius. Spencer will have the opportunity to examine the room for any noteworthy objects left by the person. All that remained was for the clock to strike one past midnight and the entire building to go dark. Until then, she had traveled through that passage that she saw to that one room in the basement, how many times had she passed here without knowing that that room would be so special for the release of one innocent man.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Some things are just meant to happen. It is mind-boggling how many things can be characterized by the so-called butterfly effect.

Spencer read a letter he had written for his mother in the time before the blackout. For a long time, he had intended to send her the letter he had written the instant he arrived, but the message seemed too depressing, no matter how hard he tried to filter his emotions for her. This was a great chance for Elle, who went to the city almost every day. If he was nice enough to her, she would consent right away.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The hours between midnight and one a.m. flew by. Spencer heard footsteps in the corridor but knew it was too early for Elle to come and get him. He was also afraid; he did not care if he got caught; he was worried about the girl who was sacrificing everything to assist him uncover some evidence that he was genuinely innocent.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ All of the machines humming in the Rosecliff rooms became silent fifteen minutes after the clock struck one past midnight. There was complete quiet. Elle waited till all the doors had been examined before proceeding to a specific room. The guard was out of place; they never finished anything in the third shift. The guards were in one of the utility rooms where all the equipment was kept, where they played cards and occasionally consumed illegal substances.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Elle had so many things she could blackmail people with, and she always knew a lot that would completely damage someone's personality. And she was so young - who knows where she would be if she had not kept her mouth shut? She stepped inside Spencer's room after quietly and neatly unlocking the door. Spencer was laying on the bed, and she could not determine if he was asleep or awake, so she approached him gently.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Shhh, it is me, Elle, come on, we need to go," she massaged him on one shoulder so he would not make a commotion because she scared him, which was the furthest thing from her mind at the time. Elle locked the door behind them and they both departed the room, leaving no trace that anyone had been there.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She led him into a corridor he would never been in before; fortunately, all the guards were on the other side of the building and could move around the corridor much more freely. "Quiet," she said as he began to take louder steps. He returned her apology and continued to watch her walk. Elle took a right after the main hall and grabbed his arm to keep him upright. She used her phone to shine a light on the lock where the key was missing, then passed it to him so she could get the key from her bra.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Spencer was amazed by her inventive intellect. "What, my pockets are too small for everything," she declared as he directed the screen's light towards the door and she opened the metal door in front of them with a key. She also took a flashlight from her pocket, but she saved it for later when they began searching through all of the documents.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Finally, they entered a room that smelled like old papers and appeared to be rather tidy at first. The room also housed an old armchair similar to the one the manager had in his office. Spencer was standing very next to her, and she could feel his breath warming her in this cold room.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Can we find something, please? After that, we can make plans for some kisses," she said. Spencer only smiled at her.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ They shared the boxes they discovered in some old cabinets, Spencer acquired a torch, and Elle utilized her phone's flash. The silence in the room was exhausting, but it was also necessary for them to focus on what they were looking for. Spencer was reading swiftly, changing three folders while Elle was stuck on one. When she recognized the parallels to the narcotics they were looking for, she set it aside and went on with the other documents she discovered in that box.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ After all, this was not the main archive for old patients, but it did have some useful information. Such as a long list of pharmaceuticals utilized thirty years ago, as well as any substitution for a drug that was not always available at this hospital. Elle continued while Spencer examined some items that appeared to be someone's belongings. He noted from the drawings that it was a child, more specifically someone on the cusp of puberty, and that the drawings became increasingly aggressive with time. He sorted them according to the dates in the lower left corner and had a complete picture of how this patient was combating the monsters within him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Do the initials P.L. mean anything to you?" she inquired, noticing a picture of a twelve-year-old child in this room.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Do you know the full name?" he murmured before approaching her. "Peter Lewis, born January 28, 1980. He was admitted in 1990 after poisoning his brothers with a hefty dosage of pills he discovered in his mother's cabinet. What fascinates me is his obsession with sage," Elle read aloud from the paper containing the enrollment details.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Spencer remained silent, not because he wanted to, but because he felt as if someone was toying with him and this was only to tickle his fancy. That he is plagued by Mr. Scratch's ability to cheat. All of material was put on him to reinforce the notion that he would go after every member of the bau. He never smelled sage in the room, but he recalls that there were a few of pots of various plants in the apartment. For some reason, Spencer felt deceived. He was lonely. Scared.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Elle noticed he was having a panic attack and knew she had to help him. "You need to focus on something else, come on, tell me what are the three things you feel around you?" Spencer knew this method, and he knew it worked.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Lavender, peach, and this weird room smell," Elle chuckled, realizing the lavender smell was from her clothing and the peach smell was from her shampoo.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Two things you are hearing around you?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "I can hear my heartbeat and your voice. Can you please not stop talking?" he pleaded.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "One thing you see?" she inquired. "You," he says to her. Spencer sat in the recliner, while Elle photographed all of Peter's vital information in the background.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Spencer observed as the young woman tried everything she could to make him feel wonderful and appreciated. He wanted to tell her to leave it all behind and come to him and hug him, but he did not think it was the right time. Elle walked up behind him and put her arms around him, laying her chin on the top of his head, much to his astonishment. She could feel the difference in his heartbeat as her palms rested on his chest.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Are you feeling better?" she said quietly, and he simply nodded, shortly felt her kiss his cheek. "Come here," Spencer invited her to sit on his lap, patting his own thighs. Elle was relieved since she could not wait to sit down and rest her legs.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Elle wrapped her legs around him and sit facing him. Her short skirt becomes increasingly shorter as she sits upright, her crotch contacting his. As soon as his were locked with her waist, she wrapped her arms around his neck to prevent falling backwards.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "We did it, Spence," Elle claimed. She intended to make him laugh since this is fantastic news, bringing her one step closer to freedom. "We did it," he said after her, drawing her closer to him with his hands.

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎The line between restraint and the lust that was growing inside them was razor thin. Elle was still seated on his lap, but she was much more restless, causing friction between their weak points. Spencer started the kiss, a delicate kiss that he wished to gave her when they were alone in this basement. It had been many days since their first kiss, and it seemed like an eternity to him. Elle responded without hesitation; this girl understood exactly what she wanted.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She was still writhing on his lap, and with each movement, the kiss became a little more violent. Spencer attempted to ignore the fact that she was rubbing up against him, trying not to think about it so he would not stiffen at the same time but it was too late. Elle noticed how she was now rubbing up against his bulge, which was brazenly growing larger by the second. During the kiss, she gasped at the mere thought of him in that light. Spencer's hands were on the edge of her skirt as her hands went to his untamed curls. He fought so hard that he just grabbed her bottom and started massaging her lovely ass cheeks. As if she knew, she purposefully thrust out her ass so he would catch her and she would not fall off him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ After the kiss was broken, she laughed bitterly. He was aware she desired him now, since he desired her as well. "We have enough time..." she remarked as she lowered her lips to his neck and kissed him briefly without wanting to leave her imprint.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Even if we did not have time, I would trade my freedom for this with you," he said honestly. The kisses were becoming sloppy, focusing more on body touches, making both of them more and more willing to take things more seriously. The cold cellar was no longer filled with rays of cold; it was becoming warmer. Sweat emerged on their faces, indicating that superfluous clothing needed to be removed.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Spencer removed her gray uniform top, at which point Elle removed the jacket she was wearing over it, as well as her white lace bra, much to Spencer's amazement. Leaving her with nothing but a t-shirt. He kissed her neck till her body tingled at his touch.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Elle has both curious hands and a curious nature. As if it were her favorite toy in the world, she was amazed with the button on the bottom of his uniform. She provoked him again, not knowing how much she would get back for all of her provocations.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "You need to take these off," she said casually, pointing to his gray pants. Spencer mumbled a brief "yes ma'am" and shortly lost his bottom as if he could not wait to inform him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Elle got up from him and used it to remove her skirt, which was not in the way. She stared at the man in front of her, his face gleaming with the amount of sweat he had just kissed. She kneels in front of him, enjoying his good looks.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He was still covered by the boxers, but if their job was to hide his erection, then they failed. His cock strained against the material, and you'd have to be blind to not see the explicit shape of an erect penis doing a terrible job hiding underneath. Elle's fingers kept working ever so slightly lower on his abs, gently tugging the boxers down.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "You look like you're having so much fun" he said, trying to find an escape but picking all the wrong doors. "I mean..."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "You think so?" Elle was practically whispering now. She wasn't directly pulling his boxers down, but her motions were inexorably doing it anyway. Shit, oh shit. If she kept going, if he didn't stop her, then his cock would soon pop right out. He could feel the tension in the fabric, the tightening in the elastic waistband. He reached down and started pushing his boxers off. As soon as she realized what he was doing, Elle let go of his chest she could help.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ And just like that, his bare, erect cock was out in the open. Elle was looking at it openly, studying it with interest. She grasped it again. They were both breathing hard, the excitement overwhelming them. Spencer stared down at his naked body and watched Elle play. She pulled her hand up toward the head.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Oh fuck," he said as the handjob began. She looked at him and they made eye contact. She licked her lips. She stroked back down to the base.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Is that the only thing you can say?" she teased.

He blew out his cheeks. "What do you want me to say? I can't believe how awesome it is for you to be touching me?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She grinned. "Something like that, yeah." She went back to watching her own actions, her eyes intent on his cock as she stroked him up and down. The way he was looking at her... and the things he was saying... it made her feel good. Desirable. Sexy.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Her actions were faster and stronger. He almost had trouble with keeping himself normal, he didn't want to finish too soon, or at all. He wanted to keep himself for later actions. "You... should stop, I have other plans for us", he told her as she immediately stopped. He pulled her back into his lap, pushing her back onto his bare chest, holding her waist. Enjoying her being so close to him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She gave a little sigh as he moved his hands back up. He passed her hip bones and her belly button. His palms slid over the bottom of her rib cage. He kept going higher, but he deliberately stayed over her shirt. He knew she'd taken off her bra for him, and he'd get there, oh yes, but the feel of braless breasts under a shirt was something he actually enjoyed, and he wanted to feel Elle's that way.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Here we go, he thought giddily. He only needed to move another inch. She sucked in a breath and held it in anticipation. He intentionally moved as slowly as he could, his hands creeping up until they found the curves of her breasts. He quickly slid his hands up and over, as if it had all been an accident, then back down, slow and steady, until he cupped her breasts in his hands.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He squeezed them gently, enjoying the way they felt under his palms. She let out her held breath slowly, and he could feel her chest contracting as the air was expelled.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Spence?" she whispered. "Keep going."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He fondled her breasts through the shirt for a while. Not too long, but not too short. This wasn't something he got to do very often, but he didn't want to torture her, so, soon enough, he found the hem of her shirt and slipped his fingers underneath.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ This time he did not tease her. He moved right back to her breasts, finally feeling them bare. Skin to skin, his hands cupped Elle's breasts. He squeezed gently and explored their shape, their curves and slopes, their weight.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "That's more like it," she breathed, pushing with her legs, bringing her head up closer to his. All they would have to do to kiss is--

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Elle turned her head to him, and his lips met hers. She moaned into his mouth as he played with her breasts. He drank it all in; the way she felt, the way she tasted, the way she smelled. She carried a pleasant mix of sweat and sex, and it made him want her. He gave her nipples a gentle squeeze between his thumbs and forefingers. She jumped a little. She was still in his lap, sitting with her ass pressing on his crotch. His hands were around her body, exploring all of her beautiful curves. Her panties were the only thing that keeps them apart.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Fuck I want to feel that," he breathed. He slid his fingers further down, following the curve of her labia to the entrance to her vagina. She was wet. Very wet. She hadn't been lying when she said she was turned on.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He played with her pussy while she squirmed in his arms. He still had his other hand on her breasts, but most of his attention was centered between her legs. She clutched at his arms as he felt her vulva, exploring the shape of her down there, her wetness providing ample lubrication. He ran his fingers up and down her lips, then slipped them between her outer and inner lips, feeling her up and down. He found the tight entrance to her vagina, feeling around the opening with his fingertip, pressing against it but not actually attempting to penetrate her.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She gasped and breathed hard. "Touch me please, Spencer. Touch it."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Well, he needed no further invitation. Using the slick wetness practically dripping from her, he worked his fingers back up her pussy and found her clit, running a fingertip around it.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She jerked. "Fuck," she moaned. It gave him a thrill to hear her say fuck in such a sexual situation. He pressed a wet finger to her clit, then started gently moving it around. She clung to his arms, her hands tight and trembling.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He flicked his fingertip across her clit, then dragged it back. He did it again, then again, picking up the pace. She panted and kept making little moans, her legs twitching. He kept it up and she moaned again, this time louder and longer.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She let go of him with her right hand and slipped it into her panties alongside his. He was already stiff as a board underneath her, but feeling her play with herself with his fingers right there was something he'd never experienced before, and it sent a sexual thrill racing through him. His cock throbbed. Again.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She frigged her own clit while he used two fingers to spread her pussy. Everything down there was hot and wet and sticky. He could smell her, a sweet scent that was unmistakably that of her wet pussy. It was almost too exciting to handle. A desire tore through him to rip her panties off, and fuck her like they were a pair of animals who knew no better. He decided that he would eventually do that.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "I want you", she moaned before he could kiss her again. "I know. I want you even more.", he told her.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Do you know what else I want?", he asked her after few seconds off waiting. She just hummed. "You - to ride me", he sounded so hot saying those stuff into her ear.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ With Spencer's help, Elle lifted herself up high enough to aim the wet tip of his cock at the entrance to her vagina, then she sank down slowly. This position had Elle on top, controlling the action. Things were plenty wet enough down there, that he slid in smoothly, deeper and deeper, filling her pussy with his manhood, until she came to a rest, sitting on him, his cock buried all the way in her. Her hands were around his neck, gently squeezing him, she looked into his eyes, looking for reaction. He loved it.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "That's it, take it all, slide down on my cock and be a good girl for me", he whispered under his breath feeling her warmth around him. She arched her back out of pleasure, which was his signal to fondle her breasts with one hand, and play with her wetness with the other.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Then she leaned forward, her breasts hanging above him, and he took her nipples into his mouth and sucked on them, one by one. Elle worked her hips to get a little action going, a little in-and-out, then she lifted herself up high enough to expose several inches of Spencer's shaft.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She was in control of the thrusting, and the feeling was intoxicating. Eventually, Spencer picked her up by her bare ass and lifted her with his cock still in her. "No," she said as she began to grind against him once more. She was desperate to find him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Wait a minute, I need to make room for you." "You are tired, and I am not done with you yet," he said quietly. But she did not listen; she kept moving merely to feel him go in and out of her. Until his cock slipped. She whimpered like a spoiled brat.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "I am going to put him right back there, where he belongs, can you wait for me?" she said against her will, nodding. It did not take him long in this foreign area to make a space for them. He made an effort not to worry about all germs here. He positioned her on her back, moving lightly so she would not collide with anything, while she gazed up at him with eager eyes. He wrapped his arm over himself, going up and down a few times to regain firmness, though it was not necessary when he noticed Elle touching herself again.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He did not waste any time, resting his hands exactly next to her head. She reached for his cock and pointed it at her entrance, which piqued Spencer's interest even more.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "That is not something good girls do, you know that," he said to her, making her moan. "That is something sluts do," she could not say a word to agree with him "But you are not a slut, you are my good girl, right?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She forced herself to watch. She didn't want to miss a thing as his cock slid into her. The way his body looked down there, facing her, atop her, his cock sticking out and into her, spreading her pussy lips apart. "Yes, im your good girl doctor" she loved the way she looked down there as he fucked her.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She could feel every inch of him sliding into her, and then he backed out most of the way, his cock withdrawing from within her, pulling shiny wetness with it. He slid it all the way in again, and then out again, then he looked at her, and waited until she met his eyes.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "You're... fucking me s-so good", she said biting her lip again, in a deeply pleasured voice.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ As they continued to fuck, they couldn't help but stare into each other's eyes, feeling the intense connection between them. He fucked her, shoving his cock back deep inside in one smooth motion. She felt his cock touching every part of her pussy. He pulled back out, and then he was slamming into her. She gasped as he ground briefly against her, pushing deliciously at her clit between their crotches. It felt amazing, and it only got better as he did it again and again. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out filled her with pure lust. She could hardly think of anything else. Just fuck me, pound me, fill me, own me.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He held himself above her on stiff arms, working the lower half of his body to bring her intense pleasure as his cock and her pussy got increasingly hot and wet.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She clutched at his upper arms, his muscles standing out as he flexed to keep himself up. Her pussy was flooding her brain with sensations that all added up to an ecstasy she'd experienced before, but only with some random guys, and only when they'd gone way past hot and heavy. Amazed, she realized she was so turned on, so worked up, she was about to orgasm.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She let it happen, without saying anything. She closed her eyes and focused on being fucked by the man she loved, focused on the pleasure he gave her so willingly, so eagerly, and then it happened. The spring released, the tension exploded out, and she came, hard, powerful, and long.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She gasped his name as he kept going. He didn't realize what was happening at first, but then she managed to crack her eyes open and saw he was grinning like the total dork he was. She wanted to laugh in delight, but the waves of pleasure from her orgasm were still washing over her, crashing from one end of her body to the other, rebounding and reverberating.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Still he fucked her, pistoning in and out, his cock now making a wet, sloppy sound thanks to her orgasm and release. She arched her back and spread her legs wider, which further encouraged him, and he sped up. She didn't know how he had the stamina. She was exhausted, but absolutely willing to keep going.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She encouraged him, caressing his chest, reaching down between their legs to tease him, feeling her own wetness, sliding her fingers up and down her pussy lips, spread around both sides of his cock. She felt him slide in and out, and felt her own pleasure building again.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Oh god, she thought in shock. Another one? She moved her hand out of the way and watched the sexual action going on between their legs. Her pussy, red and puffy and soaked, was splayed around his thick cock, stretching and contracting to match his thrusts. It was so lewd, so erotic. She was so overwhelmed she wanted to cry.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "You may cry but you're gonna take all of me", his thumb was gently touching her face. Her cheeks were burning red, all flushed.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Oh it's happening," she reassured him, pulling him in for a quick kiss. She let go and closed her eyes, struggling to take a deep breath. "Oh god, it's happening again," she moaned as the rhythm of sex overwhelmed her. Pleasure exploded out once more, this time even more powerful, more satisfying, as if it came from a deeper level, where orgasms were worth double. She cried out, unable to stop herself.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Spencer grunted, low and powerful. "Elle", he warned her. "You are pretty when you cry, but seeing you like that hurts my heart, okay darling, no crying, you are doing it so well"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She moaned, almost in relief, as the pleasure plateaued just in time to let her be ready to truly appreciate what was about to happen. She couldn't get herself to speak.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Im gonna fill this beautiful cunt of yours and you'll feel me for hours", yes,yes,yes that was all she could think about. Him filling up her, owning her.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He thrust into her hard, forceful, his urgency palpable. His cock got even thicker, stretching her pussy tight around his shaft. The sensation was completely unexpected at this point in their fucking--cocks can do that?--and she gasped in exquisite delight.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He pulled back and thrust again, and this time stayed buried in her pussy. She felt his cock twitch and pulse and then he came in her. Elle felt it. A new heat blossomed within her, once, twice, then she couldn't feel any more of that, but she still felt him twitching and spasming, his thick cock still pulsing, so she knew it was still going on. She marveled at it; she wondered how much he had cum into her.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She felt something trickling on her things as she barely rose up to get clothed, therefore the answer is a lot. They spent a significant amount of time here. They were both drained from their short-lived activity. They were both extremely sweaty, and the room smelled strongly of sex.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Do we have enough time right now?" He inquired. He wanted to spend some time just holding her in his arms after all of this. He believed it was necessary.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "It is three of the clock in the morning, we have less than an hour, why?" he took her up and placed her in his lap again, this time hugging her like a small child. Hugging her and murmuring lovely nothings in her ear. Elle felt incredibly adored.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "I wish this had not happened in these circumstances," he stated to her. They were both thinking the same thing; it was not guilt for what they had done, but sadness that they had not met under different circumstances.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "That is why you have to promise me that you will treat me like this in your bed, after you get out of here," her giggle was contagious, and Spencer joined in. They remained in that position until one of them fell asleep.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "We have to go or we will fall asleep here," she grumbled. They both stood up and double-checked that they had taken everything. She had important papers folded in her pocket and images on her phone. Spencer remembers other things.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "I am not working tomorrow," she said emphatically to him. She wanted to know if he was waiting for her during breaks to play board games with her. Spencer gripped her hand as they approached the entrance. He coughed when he observed a single drop of white, viscous liquid outside her skirt. Elle saw this as well, collecting what had leaked from her insides with two fingers and bringing it to her mouth, staring innocently at him as she used her tongue to extract the rest off her fingers.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Spencer stiffened once again at the sight. "I can be very fast when i want to"