In the dimly lit room, where the shadows danced with the flickering candles, she lay sprawled across the soft velvet sheets, her long, slender fingers trailing idly through the fine golden hairs that cascaded from her mound like a lush waterfall. He stood at the end of the bed, his eyes drinking in every curve and contour of her body with an insatiable hunger, as if he were trying to memorize each and every detail so that he could cherish it forever.
Her name was Lily, but she had a different moniker for him: Cocky. She called him that because she loved the way his thick, throbbing shaft dominated her whenever they met. Tonight, though, their roles were reversed. He was to be her vessel of pleasure, her tool for release, and she would indulge herself in the art of rediscovering innocence.
Cocky knelt down beside her, his hands gently exploring her hips, thighs, and soft, velvety skin that seemed to call out to him with each touch. With a slow, deliberate movement, he began to part her folds with the tips of his fingers, feeling the moist heat that radiated from her core. He could hear her breath quicken as she felt his touch, and her hips thrust upward involuntarily, desperate for more contact.
He moved closer, pressing his face into the soft expanse of her mound, inhaling deeply the scent of her arousal. His tongue darted out to trace the outline of her clitoris, flicking gently at first, then with more urgency as he tasted her sweet nectar. She moaned softly, her hips writhing against his face, begging him for more.
Cocky complied, plunging his tongue deeper into her folds, swirling around her clit until she was soaking wet with desire. He could feel the muscles of her cunt pulsating around his tongue, a sign that she was close to orgasm. With a final thrust, he found her sweet spot and began to flick it rapidly, driving her wild with pleasure.
Lily's body tensed as she felt the onset of her climax, her muscles locking in response. She cried out, her voice raspy with passion as she came hard, her juices flowing freely onto his face and tongue. Cocky lapped up every last drop of her release, savoring the taste of her as it mingled with his own saliva.
When she had come down from her high, he rose to his feet and unzipped his pants, revealing his stiff, throbbing cock that stood at attention for her pleasure. She reached out to him, wrapping her fingers around its length and stroking it gently. Her eyes never left his as she brought it close to her lips, taking the head of his dick into her mouth and sucking on it hungrily.
Cocky groaned, feeling the warmth of her mouth envelop his member, her tongue flicking over the sensitive tip. She bobbed her head up and down, her hand working in rhythm with her mouth, slowly bringing him closer to the edge.
He knew he couldn't last much longer, so he pulled away from her, guiding her onto her hands and knees. He positioned himself at the entrance of her cunt, feeling the wetness that coated his cock as it slid effortlessly into her depths. She moaned loudly, arching her back in response to the intrusion of his shaft.
With a slow, steady rhythm, Cocky began to thrust deeper into her, his hips grinding against hers with each stroke. He could feel the walls of her pussy tightening around him, milking his cock as she rode the waves of pleasure that washed over her.
As he continued to pump in and out of her, she reached behind herself, finding her clitoris once again and rubbing it vigorously. Her cries grew louder, more desperate as she neared her second climax of the night. And when it came, it was like a tidal wave crashing over them both - her pussy tightening around his cock, her body trembling with the force of her release.
Cocky couldn't hold back any longer; he pulled out of her just in time to shoot his load across her back and ass, coating her skin with a thick layer of cum. He collapsed onto the bed beside her, breathing heavily as they lay there, tangled together in the aftermath of their passion.
They were both spent, exhausted by the intensity of their lovemaking. But as they lay there in each other's arms, they knew that this was only the beginning - a rediscovery of innocence that would lead them down a path of endless discovery and unbridled pleasure. And so, with a smile on her lips and a contented sigh, Lily whispered one final thing to Cocky before they drifted off into sleep:
"Cocky, you've always been my favorite tool for release."