#Rosie did a deep dive on this ages ago I think but that focused more on George's accent

[yesterdayiwrote]

As a Brit, I think there are some very subtle regional differences between them.

To me personally, Alex has the 'poshest' sounding British accent. His is the closest to RP (received pronounciation) and actually, when you listen to him talk, I feel like he has the least quirks as well. Pronounces his syllables clearly, doesn't do any th-fronting (where your th- sounds become f or v), I can't say I've even heard him with a glottal stop (so where you say wa'er instead of water) or a consonant drop (where you don't enunciate the last letter and use a glottal stop instead so you might say ca' instead of caT) . He's been brought up more in the Home Counties (Buckinghamshire) so that figures but his pronounciation definitely falls into the posher end of the spectrum.

George is a funny one because he actually has ALOT of regional vocal quirks - when he's not thinking about it, but for whatever reason he seems to try and consciously sharpen them up but they do slip through occasionally. He pronounces world as 'weld', the 'u' in 'nuts' is more of an 'oo' sound than an 'uh' sound. I *think* I've also heard him sometime use a short a in words like Bath and path rather than a long a (so more of an arrr sound) - but don't hold me on that. If you go back, to listen to him in 2019 you can hear the change from how he speaks now. If you find a video of him when he was younger, it's even more obvious. He was born in Norfolk to a family with a farming background. I'm not sure of his whole family history but his dad supports wolves so I'm guessing there's a midlands connection in there and you can hear it in his little vocal quirks. The other thing that I think skews the perception of George's accent is his vocabulary. He doesn't sound especially posh to me, but he does use some 'posher' word choices. All the crikeys and blimeys... He also almost exclusively uses the word 'father' Ive noticed recently which is quite unusual and definitely reads posher.

Lando's accent is unusual because it's very obvious he's picked up vocal twangs from his mum. He has some West Country vocal quirks in there, but also some very European. He also does the opposite of George in that he seems to soften up his accent to sound less posh. When he's pissed off, I think his pronounciation is more clipped and enunciated. It's actually interesting to read you say his accent is 'just british' because (and I don't mean this in a derogatory way), sometimes when I hear him speak, his accent makes it sound to me like he's speaking English as his second language? Some linguists might be able to explain it better than me or put their finger on what it is that he does exactly - I think it's a kind of intonation/tempo thing - I honestly don't know, but I think that's why so many people don't read it as posh because it's the least stereotypical 'British' sounding.

I think the reason people get so confused by the differences is because British motorsports has a lack of regional accents - largely due to socio-economic reasons. Even Lewis has quite a well spoken, more refined 'British' accent, but people never seem to label him as posh because of it. Most drivers come predominantly from the South of England. Oliver Rowland in FE comes from Barnsley and even his accent is relatively tame considering.

Any of u British or know British F1Blr people? I just got curious about how British people read George, Lando, and Alex's accents respectively. To me (from the US) and a lot of US based fans the accents all kind of sound the same, which is why I think George gets the extra reputation to US fans of sounding "posh" when UK fans don't necessarily perceive him that way.

Meanwhile I've noticed that Alex's accent almost sounds like how the Royal Family talks on The Crown (flattening ahhs into ehhs, like pronouncing "lap" as "lep" and "accent" like "eccent"). And Lando just sounds like. British? IDK.

[emilia3546]

Shadowsinger Part 8 - Gwynriel

ACOSF Spoilers! Do Not read this unless you have finished ACOSF and the Azriel bonus chapter

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*****

Azriel hadn't moved all night, and Gwyn hadn't stirred in his arms, she was still sleeping soundly, snuggled into his chest. Azriel cradled her against him, waiting for her to wake up on her own. She showed no signs of waking even an hour later, and they'd soon be late to training, not to mention his wing was cramping up from where she'd wriggled slightly onto it half an hour ago. He subtly sent a shadow to open the blinds, sending sunlight flooding into the room, bathing everything in a rosy glow. Gwyn scrunched up her nose, hiding her face against him, the light making her stir and blink open her eyes. She froze as she realized where she was, but smiled, and released Azriel's wing,

"Sorry," she mumbled, "You should have just shoved me off, y'know,"

"I didn't want to wake you," he muttered, brushing the hair out of her face, "You were so calm,"

"I was asleep, so obviously,"

"Still, I didn't want to incur the wrath of waking you, either,"

"I'm not that bad!" She protested,

"Oh really?" He chuckled, "Nesta told me one time you launched a full-on pillow assault because she woke you at the time you usually get up." Gwyn glared at him,

"Nesta needs to mind her own business," she mumbled, "I was tired." Azriel snorted, and got up, ignoring Gwyn's squawk of complaint,

"I thought I was supposed to push you off, make up your mind," he laughed, turning to grab a set of leathers from the wardrobe,

Duck

What?

A pillow smacked him in the back of the head, and he turned to find Gwyn grinning triumphantly at him from where she sat on the bed. She squeaked and dived under the duvet when he picked up the pillow and tossed it into the air a few times, before throwing it back at the lump under the duvet,

"Asshole!" Came the muffled response, and he chuckled before ducking into the bathroom to change, grunting when his face met another pillow the moment he returned. Gwyn giggled, and threw another one that he barely managed to dodge, before crossing to the bed and grabbing the last pillow off her. He chuckled when she dived off the bed, grabbing the pillows she had thrown earlier. She threw one, and then pounced, smacking him with the pillow again and again, until he laughed, 

"I surrender! You win, oh mighty Valkyrie." Gwyn huffed, and let him up, grinning to herself as she ran out of the room to get her own leathers. Azriel chuckled to himself as she ran out,

Ask her to dinner.

What? No, don't be stupid.

Ask. Her. To. Dinner.

Stay out of this, just do your jobs.

Our job is to help you. We're helping you. Ask her to dinner.

Gwyn returned before he could respond, 

"Az, you're supposed to be teaching, it'd be absolutely disgraceful if you were late." Gwyn sauntered back out, leaving Azriel to roll his eyes and follow her. 

*****

Nesta was already there when Gwyn reached the training ring, 

"Are you planning anything today?" She asked, and Nesta shook her head,

"I was supposed to have lunch with Elain, but she's still not speaking to me after I shouted at her."

"What?"

"For upsetting you. She's mad, thinks I should be mad at you for being happy, and Az for being an idiot." Azriel winced as he overheard their conversation. "I shouted at her after you left, made her cry actually." Gwyn glanced away,

"I'm sorry, I don't want to be the cause of conflict between you."

"Oh you're not, Elain deciding to be a petty bitch is the cause, she's just picking a fight because she's upset that Az isn't following her around any more." He what?

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he used to fancy her,"

"Used to?"

"He hasn't made any sort of move for ages, and she's never had to go for anything before, so she's a bit put out by it, I think. She doesn't dislike you, don't worry, I think she's just a bit all over the place at the moment." Gwyn nodded, and glanced towards Azriel, setting up the obstacle course again with Cassian. He'd stopped going after Elain. Nesta groaned as she followed Gwyn's eye line, "Cass has been being so annoying about that damned obstacle course, we've got to beat it, beat him." Nesta grinned at Cassian, casually rotating her wrist, and sending her sword flashing through the air. Cassian snorted with laughter, and shook his head,

"Save the swordplay for later, sweetheart." Nesta lost her rhythm, and narrowed her eyes at him, leaving Gwyn struggling to contain her laughter at Cassian's grin as Nesta flushed at the promise in his eyes. Nesta was saved from further embarrassment by Mor and Emerie's arrival, and Emerie grinned when Mor said something quietly, vanishing moments later,  leaving Emerie quickly explaining at Nesta's questioning glance,

"The brace is finished, Mor's gone to fetch it, and she's staying for training today." Gwyn didn't miss Emerie's grin each time she said Mor's name, but didn't comment on it either, turning her attention to the obstacle course facing her. She let a few others go first this time, focusing on listening. With each female taking on the course, Gwyn remembered Azriel's words, listening for their footsteps, the slight changes in direction, whether they were louder or quieter, running or walking, or fighting. When her turn came, she had a reasonable idea of what the course looked like, up to a point at least.

For the most part, she was right, and easily navigated the first half, before having to slow down, to pay closer attention to the obstacles. She focused on one at a time, but kept listening and  checking for any new ones, any potential 'enemies'. She passed her previous marker, and almost reached the end before the wooden beam she'd been running across gave way, and she collapsed to the floor, her wrist twisting unpleasantly beneath her. She squeaked in pain, and scrambled backwards as the beam fell, slamming into the ground where she'd been moments earlier.

"Shit!" A shadow was already swirling around her wrist, even as Azriel sprinted across the ring to reach her, a blue shield flaring up when another chunk of wood fell towards her. She scrambled to her feet, inspecting her wrist as she moved, it wasn't broken, sprained maybe, but nothing more. "Are you hurt?" Azriel gripped her elbow, tugging her towards him as he met her halfway across the ring,

"Not really, just hurt my wrist a bit." Azriel's attention snapped to the wrist in question, a shadow still circling it, and heaved a sigh of relief,

"It's not broken,"

"I know that, dumbass, I just fell funny on it, what happened? It wasn't supposed to break was it?"

"No, no it wasn't." Cassian was already at the faulty obstacle, and shouted back to Azriel,

"It's been tampered with, there's a bit of damage here as well," he ran a hand over the next obstacle, and locked eyes with Azriel, "This came from Illyria." Gwyn looked to Azriel, his face cold, almost unreadable, but a muscle twitched next to his eye, he was worried. She gently rubbed the hand still holding her elbow,

"It's okay, no-one got hurt."

"This time, who knows what might happen next time, that beam could have killed you."

"It didn't, I moved, we'll just have to closely inspect everything before every session." Azriel nodded, his siphons fading from the brilliant cobalt blue that they had been a few moments ago to a more subdued color, light no longer shining from them. He stepped back from Gwyn, running his gaze over her, from head to toe, and she let him ascertain for himself that she wasn't hurt, "I'm fine, Az." She muttered,

"Perhaps we should do something else today," Gwyn nodded, and let him lead her away from the obstacle course.

*****

Azriel fought the panic at seeing Gwyn in danger, she was safe, she was unharmed, mostly. She sat onto a bench by the wall and Azriel mumbled for her to wait a moment, not quite paying attention until he had grabbed their medical kit, and found the bandages inside,

"Az, I'm fine," Gwyn insisted, but didn't stop him from binding her wrist, and she caught his hands as he finished, her own tiny beside his, barely covering them as she smiled at him, "Thank you."

"Probably best if you avoid using it too much for now, you're lucky it's your left, you'll still be able to fight if you want." Gwyn nodded, and waited with Nesta and Emerie while he and Cassian cleared the debris out of the way, "You get some hand to hand practice set up, I'll sort archery, Emerie at least will be wanting to practice with the brace." Cassian rested a hand on his shoulder, and met his eyes,

"Breathe." Azriel did, drawing in a deep breath and releasing it through his nose, "She's fine." Azriel glance back to the bench,

She's okay,

The shadows whispered in his ear again, as they'd been doing since the first step he took from her,

"She doesn't need you to protect her, not now at least, just to help her."

"I know that. I just, I don't know." Cassian smiled,

"I do. It's difficult, but they're capable, she fought off a full warrior on her own last night, unarmed, she can handle a bit of wood." They, who was they? He didn't ask though, it had just been a slip of the tongue, he couldn't possibly mean Nesta and Gwyn, perhaps he meant they as in the Valkyries, there'd be no point in comparing Nesta and Gwyn. Nesta was Cass's mate, and Gwyn was, whatever she was to him, no way. He could have sworn a sigh sounded in his ear, and he offered Cassian a small smile as he made his way to the archery range, finally relaxing fully at a light laugh from behind him. He didn't need to look to know what she looked like, head tossed backwards, hair slightly falling out of her braid. He loved it when she laughed, they way the skin next to her eyes crinkled a little, her dimples forming when she smiled, even the sound of it. She laughed again, and his shadows hummed in response, the sound echoing through his mind as he set up three targets.

Emerie was lagging a little behind, with Mor helping her to do up the brace, her wings set higher than usual, and she grinned. Mor accidentally nudged a wing as she did up the final clasp, and Emerie froze, but an accidental touch didn't usually elicit that response, perhaps clipped wings were different, perhaps a touch was just painful. Gwyn made her way over, but didn't move to touch a bow, good, it would be a very bad idea to try to shoot with an injured wrist. He'd see if he could fix it after the session had finished, when he was a bit calmer.

Nesta smirked at Cassian, slowly drawing an arrow from her quiver and twirling it through her fingers, before quickly sending it flying for the target. She didn't take her eyes off him the whole time, relying on her peripheral vision to aim,

"Nesta! Stop that." He snapped his fingers in front of her face as she raised an eyebrow, and grinned, Azriel didn't even want to know how Cassian had responded, "Stop flirting, especially by shooting things, it's weird." Nesta just shrugged, 

"Whatever you say, chaperone." Azriel rolled his eyes,

"And how long does that continue for?"

"Until it stops being fun." Nesta looked sideways for a moment, thinking, "So never." Azriel groaned inwardly,

"Shoot the damn target." Emerie chuckled beside him, and Gwyn appeared next to her,

"You should know better than to spar with Nesta by now, Az,"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, just," he broke off, Nesta was staring across the ring again, her gaze locked with Cassian's, "Do you two need five minutes?" Nesta shook herself,

"What?"

"Do you need to grab Cass for five minutes, we'll cope." Nesta flushed, and shook her head, muttering to herself, sounding remarkably like 'five minutes my ass', "What, Nes?"

"Nothing." She narrowed her eyes at him and went back to shooting the target. Azriel chuckled to himself as he helped Emerie with her position, and her aim. She grinned at the first arrow that flew straight, her confidence skyrocketing with each successive arrow. When she managed to hit the bulls-eye a whoop sounded behind them, Mor. He hadn't even realized she was back. Odd, usually he knew exactly where she was,

"Yes!" She shouted, her grin matching Emerie's as she ran over to the Illyrian female, "Do that again and we'll go out tonight for a celebration." Emerie did, and again, having three bulls-eyes by the end of the session, although Azriel only saw the first, missing both others when he was either telling Nesta off for making eyes at Cassian, or talking to Gwyn. At one point he had to bite down on his lip to keep from roaring with laughter at her assessment of Nesta's weird flirting. Still, Nesta had glared at them both, and Azriel had shoved Gwyn in front of him, with her jokingly 'protecting' him from Nesta's wrath. 

Gwyn stayed to help clear up, and Azriel pretended not to note Cassian and Nesta's absence, but did grin on their return,

"Eight minutes, I do apologize, I underestimated you." He dodged the practice dagger that flew towards his head, although who had thrown it, he wasn't sure. "I do hope you plan on actually helping now." Cassian just sighed and shook his head, not bothering to reply, 

"Gwyn, did you want to have lunch, I never let you finish earlier?" Nesta asked, tidying up the last practice swords,

"Oh, yeah, so long as you're not going to be busy." 

"I'll meet you at one?" Gwyn nodded, and laughed when she wriggled against Cassian as he picked her up, and scrunched up her nose when he kissed it gently, 

"You mean to say I have to be away from you all of lunch? However will I cope?" He wailed dramatically, Nesta just patted him on the cheek,

"Stop being a baby." She wriggled out of his arms, before dashing out to escape. Azriel smiled at Gwyn's shout after her friend, his shadows dancing and weaving with the sound of her laugh when Nesta flipped her off. 

"Do you have time to practice a bit of silent fighting?"

"Uh, yeah, sure, tell you what, Cass! C'mere, Gwyn's gonna try and sneak up on us, and if we hear her, it'll be like she got caught and has to fight her way out." 

"What? I can't fight you two!" Gwyn protested,

"Just one of us, whoever hears you first will act as your enemy, the other will coach you through the fight." He grinned, and Gwyn nodded,

"Okay, so long as you don't actually beat me up." She grinned, and waited a moment for the males to walk a bit away from her,

"I bet you I hear her first," Cassian whispered,

"Oh yeah, how much?"

"Five gold marks."

"Five? Ten."

"Fine." Azriel grinned to himself, knowing Gwyn was already moving, and grinned wider when she made a slight misstep, and Cassian made no indication that he'd heard her. He whirled to face her,

"Got you, defend yourself, and get out." Cassian swore behind him, but tossed Gwyn a practice sword, and she raised it into a block just before Azriel reached her, he stayed silent as he circled around her, blocking her exit,

"Look around you Gwyn, what can you use against him?" Gwyn frantically glanced around and launched an attack, pushing him back, back, but he stepped over the loose stone, and Gwyn lost her rhythm, scrambling backwards to avoid the blows raining down. "Think Gwyn, he's bigger than you, stronger than you, do not let him drag this into close combat." Gwyn nodded, slowing her breathing and moved to disarm him, and would have succeeded had Azriel not known exactly what she was about to do. "Careful, don't let him know what you're planning, feint, trick him." She didn't, a trick in itself, and Azriel barely dodged her blow,

"Let's make this interesting," she panted, "If I win, you have to sit through all of dinner with Nesta and Cassian." Ugh, not a chance, he was never letting her win now, breakfast with those two was bad enough. Gwyn yelped as she dived sideways,

"And when I win?"

"If you win. What do you want?"

"Teach me piano." She laughed but agreed, and feinted left, but struck right. Azriel was already there, moving too fast for Gwyn to respond quickly enough, her sword went flying across the room, and she ducked underneath his to try and wrench it out of his grip before he could move against her, but he was faster. Gwyn yelped as he slipped sideways, and flipped her over, carefully shielding her head as she fell. She glared at him, and wriggled, but couldn't dislodge him. She huffed, "I win." Gwyn narrowed her eyes, unwilling to admit it, but still glared at him when he let her up. 

"Piano lesson tonight then," she muttered, "I'm having a bath."

Azriel chuckled as Gwyn stretched off, his worry about her wrist having vanished long ago and she waved at him as she vanished,

"Pay up." Cassian feigned shock, but sighed and handed over ten gold coins, 

"Fuck you."

"Pleasure doing business." Cassian was still glaring at him as he left, and he could have sworn he heard a bark of laughter from down the hall when he changed into clean clothes. With Gwyn and Nesta out for lunch he had time to plan, to actually see what he could do about the coming conflict, because it was coming. He and Cassian found each other, well, Cassian dragged himself into Azriel's room, carrying an armful of reports,

"I got the reports on each camp, we can at least get an idea of numbers based on loyalty." Azriel sighed and let him in, falling into a familiar routine,

"Windhaven's loyal."

"Four hundred and twenty-seven."

"Ironcrest could go either way, I have conflicting reports,"

"Well, they have three hundred and eighty-five warriors." Azriel nodded, noting down locations and numbers on the map pinned on his wall as Cassian spoke, building a clearer picture of what a war could look like, if they would win it, or if they would need the Darkbringers as well. Cassian was studying the map with his own gaze, looking at troop movements and numbers more than locations, and lords' loyalty. It wasn't as bad as he'd thought, more than half the camps were loyal, about a third were absolutely not, and the others, well, he couldn't be sure. If all went to plan, they'd have over half of Illyria's warriors on their side, if it came to a war Azriel was confident they'd win, but the cost would be huge. 

"It's not enough, we need to ensure that those unsure remain loyal." Cassian grunted in agreement,

"Perhaps we can get through to their females, and they can sway the undecided males, get Emerie to start something, and let it spread."

"We could get her to 'worry about her family in a war', that way other females will worry more, and convince their families not to try to start a war, and to be on the winning side if it comes to it." Cassian nodded, 

"She's still staying here with Mor tonight I think." Azriel nodded, 

"I'd be worried to go home too if I was her."

"I'm not sure that's, never mind, she'll go home tomorrow, maybe the day after, we can speak to her tomorrow at training." He was being weird. He couldn't mean something else, what was he not sure about? He almost asked,

Don't be stupid. 

I'm not.

You are. It's Mor she's staying with, don't be stupid.

I - oh. 

Azriel just smiled, and asked if Cassian wanted to talk to Rhys and Feyre or if he should,

"You have a piano lesson to get to, I'll head over now." He, shit. At some point the sun had indeed gone down, he hadn't even eaten dinner per say, but he supposed the endless plates of snacks probably counted, maybe. He couldn't help smiling to himself as he crossed the corridor and gently knocked on Gwyn's door,

"Hello Shadowsinger."

[writerpeach]

Midnight

Momoland Nancy

2670 words

Categories: male reader, smut, anal

NSFW 18+

Being dragged out of your house wasn’t your idea.

Spending the night in a bar was the last thing you wanted to do. Your friends insisted. Overpriced drinks, lighting so dark you couldn’t see in front of you, and the air smelled like desperation. The whole thing made you a bit of a grump.

As you sip your diluted drink alone while your friends poorly hit on women way out of their league, you notice a dark haired girl taking a seat next to you. She didn’t look fully Korean. Maybe mixed? She smiles. Just being friendly you think to yourself, and find yourself surprised when she speaks up.

“Hi there,” she says with a second smile. You awkwardly say hello back. Her cleavage was as loud as the Korean music playing. Even in the dim lighting you could tell she had curves for days. She was very attractive, and her breasts look like they wanted to jump out of her top. You tried not to stare.

“You’re cute. And you don’t look like you want to be here. I don’t blame you, this place is lifeless.” the girl says with confidence.

“You’re not so bad yourself. Bars aren’t my scene.” You respond in earnest.

“Me neither. Buy me a drink?” Trying not to stare at her ample chest was pointless. You take just a quick peek at what she was gifted with.

“Sure. What’s your name?”

“Nancy.” She responds. Definitely not a typical Korean name. The way the light hit her face to briefly give you a glimpse of her face, she was stunning.

“Rum and coke, ” she tells the bartender.

“Make it two, “ you tell him. It was simple. You liked simple drinks.

The conversation flowed freely. You had similar interests. You quickly find out she owns her company, at such a young age. She was a few years younger than you, which usually wasn’t your preference, but there was something so alluring about this woman.

The more you talked the more you could tell Nancy was definitely mixed. You didn’t bother to ask with what. Maybe it was better to let some things be mysterious.

Nancy looks into your eyes for a second.“Let’s get out of here. My place, your place, a hotel. I don’t care.”

“I’d love to.“

The cab ride to her place took twenty minutes. The sexual tension was palpable. She was flirty, and giggled often, her hand resting on your thigh the whole time.

Nancy’s apartment was massive. She was very well of, to the point where she it, and all without the help of a roommate. She offers a seat on the couch and another drink. You accept both. You both down your drink, and feel the last bit of nerves slip away. The thought of what Nancy tastes like enters your mind, and so did hers apparently.

Nancy takes it upon herself to immediately dive into your mouth, her soft lips smacking against your own. She didn’t like to waste time. Her hands playfully push you down against the couch until her body is on top, you feel her breasts mash against your chest.

Her lips tasted sweet. Her tongue finds your own and the two dance together. The smell of her conditioner smelled wonderful. A mixture of flowers and mango. Your kiss deepens as your hands find and instinctively caress her waist.

Nancy smirks as she feels your erection poke through your pants. She breaks the kiss to remove her green top, causing her chest to bounce. Her breasts were bigger than expected, even through her bra they looked sizable. Not losing eye contact she reaches behind, with one hand she unclasps it, slipping it off and tossing it who knows where.

Her tits were goddamn perfect. At least a D cup. Milky white and soft looking. Rosy pink nipples that were hardened already. Before you can even reach out a hand to touch them, Nancy softly cups your face and buries you in her ample cleavage. You dart your tongue out, seeking to taste as much of them as you could.

She lets go, and presents them a mere inch from your face, displaying them in their full glory. Your hands move to her tits like magnets, squeezing them, massaging them. They feel so damn soft. Your lips move to one nipple, seizing the hard nub in your mouth and suckling deeply. Nancy lets a sexy moan escape as you continue to fondle her other breast.

Minutes go by, until both of her sensitive nipples were covered in spit. You couldn’t get enough. She gives a look that signaled it was your turn. She unbuttons your shirt, draping it off your shoulders and disposes it away. She plants one more deep kiss before licking down your torso, digging her nails lightly into your skin at the same time, as her head meets your crotch.

Her hands make quick work, unbuckling your belt and undoing your pants. With a lift of your hips she drags your slacks down with your boxers, freeing your erection and leaving your clothes in the rest of the pile.

Nancy looks impressed. She kneels between your legs and spreads them, using both of her soft hands to wrap around your dick as she begins to pump up and down. She knew what she was doing. God, did she ever. Her hands twist and massage your dick, stroking you to full hardness. It felt good in her hands already. She lubes your cock up with her warm saliva, spitting on it to fully coat it.

In one swift moment, Nancy takes you into her mouth, wrapping her red lips around your tip and begins to suck your dick.

“Oh fuck...Nancy.”

You involuntarily close your eyes for the first few seconds of pleasure. As they open, your view fills with the sight of the gorgeous woman you just met hours ago, now bobbing her head up and down between your thighs, giving a most sensual blowjob. Nancy knew how to give head just as well as she could hold her liquor.

Nancy’s lips glide up and down your shaft. Her soft, wet tongue flicking the underside. The other hand begins to gently fondle and massage your balls.

"Does that feel good?" Nancy asks, knowing full well you were too focused to answer.

Her mouth changes places, taking each one of your balls into her mouth, licking and slurping them. As her lips cling to your swollen balls, she strokes your hard cock in a backside motion, giving double the pleasure. It was quickly becoming too much to bear.

As Nancy sucks your cock intensely, sloppily, you find yourself needing some respite from the deep pleasure she was giving you.

You lift her head off your shaft, as a long trail of spit connects your tip to her lips. She gives off a grin.

“Nancy...come sit on my face. I’m dying to taste your pussy.”

“Of course,” she responds, biting her lip. She lifts her body up and unzips her skirt, turning around and bending over for you. As she removes her skirt, tossing it to the pile of clothes already formed, her bare pale ass was in plain view. You quickly realize she didn’t seem to like to wear underwear.

“No panties, Nancy?”

“Never. I only wear them for work.”

Nancy maneuvers to you, squatting over you. She quickly takes a seat and plops her ass on your face. For the first few moments you are content in just feeling her warm plump cheeks pressed against your face. You savored being smothered by Nancy’s big ass, but soon you wanted, and needed to taste her.

You notice her glistening lips, and it seems she needed you to taste her just as bad. And so she lifts her body off you just a bit, granting you access to her delicious, wet pussy.

She repositions herself. Once again her ass planting on your face, this time giving you wanton access to taste her.

With one hand on her cheek you give her the first appetizing lick, tasting her nectar. Her taste is unforgettable. She is sweet and tangy at the same time, your mouth drools promptly.

Your tongue stays flat, giving her pussy long broad strokes with your tongue, tracing and exploring every inch of her pussy.

She quickly turns around, wanting to see you as you ate her out, as she makes a mess on your face. It would be a shame to not see her face during orgasm.

Nancy uses your tongue as it buries inside her. Her naked thighs wrap around your head as she grinds your face, grabbing a handful of your hair to try and anchor herself. Your tongue is soon saturated with her tasty juices.

"Fuck...you eat pussy so well."

Nancy digs her nails into your skull. She was close already.

“Oh...Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!”

Nancy drenches your face in her juices, and has not one, but two loud, intense orgasms in a row. You bring her down as slowly and gently as you can, her thighs still vibrating around your head.

Time for the main course. Time to fuck Nancy.

You were so intoxicated by Nancy’s beauty that you have a sudden and dreadful realization. You didn’t bring protection. You certainly weren’t planning on things going like this, so you didn’t bother to prepare.

“Shit,” you suddenly blurted out. Maybe you’ll get lucky and she was on the pill.

“What’s wrong?”

“I...I didn’t plan on getting this lucky, so I didn’t bring protection. I...I can go get something, “ you say, hoping you didn’t ruin the mood.

A smirk washes over Nancy’s face. “It’s fine, I don’t want you going anywhere. I like it in the ass better anyways. There’s lube in the bedroom,” she says casually.

“It’s in the side-table drawer,” Nancy says, as she climbs the bed. This wasn’t the first time she’s done this it seems.

Nancy gets in her favorite position. On hands and knees, ass up and face down.

You are quickly in the most perfect position, lined behind her bent over body, ready to take her. Right before first penetration, you use your hands to caress her buttcheeks. Feeling how soft and warm they were as as you squeeze them. You really can’t help yourself, and give Nancy’s ass a light spank. Her ass bounces as your palm smacks her cheek, and she gasps.

"Do you…like being spanked, Nancy?"

"Yes! I love it. Spank me!"

Hard slaps. Again and again and again. Her ass jiggles with every hit, soon becoming sore and red. You soothe the sting out of the previous spank before giving another. And another. Not stopping until both of her scrumptious cheeks were bright red. Nancy loved it. You tell how dripping wet she was already.

Before you can give Nancy the assfucking she craved, you run you lubed cock between her plump cheeks as they squeeze and trap your cock. The pleasure already immense.

You press your hard cock against the ring of Nancy’s tight, firm ass, already feeling gripped by its tightness. At the same time you give her ass the spank harder than the rest, squeezing the flesh as you follow through. One more, and at the same time you penetrate Nancy’s ass with your cock.

She gasps. Only the tip was able to enter her body, but she groans. “Oh my god, you're so big.”

You wouldn’t had known Nancy had ever anal before given how tight she was. As you try to ease into her more, she tries to relax her muscles, helping you enter her body more.

“You’re so fucking tight, Nancy.”

It takes more lube to help you drive further inside her. For her to open up more, stretch out more for you.

“Deeper, please. I want to be filled with your cock."

Her ass finally gives way to you, and you find are able to fully penetrate her ass with the entire length of your cock. The base of your cock rests at firmly against her cheeks.

Nancy plops her head in her hands. You stay motionless for a bit, letting her get used to being so completely stretched, so full of your cock.

"God…that feels good. Fuck my ass."

Not wanting her to wait any longer, you establish a quick pace. Fucking Nancy’s ass with deep, powerful thrusts, causing her cheeks to ripple beautifully. She moans at every entry into her tight, firm ass.

No build up. Just the sound of Nancy’s moans as her ass is fucked hard. The sounds of skin slapping on skin as you drill her impeccable ass echoed beautifully throughout the room, accompanied with her loud, lusty moans.

One hand tightly gripping her hip, the other giving her ass a slap every few seconds. Every smack that bounces off her tight ass causes her to tighten around your cock, and soon you see her juices leak between her flushed thighs.

Deep thrusts into Nancy's ass, sliding in and out of her tight body. You grab her shoulders and pull her back towards you, seeking some way to penetrate her deeper. She moans even louder. You can already feel the sweat sticking to both of your hungry bodies.

"Fuck...Nancy. Your ass feels so damn good."

Your rhythm is at full pace. Nancy’s ass is fucked without mercy, and the bed creaks. As if complaining in protest. Nancy loves it. She loves being stretched out, even if she is too full of pleasure to vocalize it.

It was too much. Nancy's ass tightly squeezing your cock as you pump into her sweaty body, there was no way you could last even one more minute.

"Nancy…I-I...I'm gonna cum."

"Do it inside me. Please… Please fill me with cum."

There was no better set of words she could have said. At this point it would take an act of god to pull out of her tight constricting ass.

You give Nancy ass a handful of final thrusts. Each one balls deep into Nancy's tight little asshole. Every thrust building up your orgasm to its peak.

"Oh god...Nancy...Oh fuck...I’m cumming!”  

Three more long, hard thrusts cause you to explode deep inside Nancy's tight perfect ass. Your tip erupts and floods Nancy's asshole with thick hot cum. You stay there shaking, as the aftershocks subside, Nancy still moaning as her ass is completely pumped full of cum.

You don’t move. Not for what felt like minutes. Nancy had completely drained you, taken ever drop from you.

As you gingerly exit her clenched asshole, you watch as a thick stream of fresh cum spills out of her fucked asshole, staining her thighs and pooling onto the sheets.

Nancy turns around, tasting her ass on your cock as she cleans, and sucks your cock a few times. You shudder.

"You're amazing. I haven't been fucked like that in months."

“So were you.”

The two of you crash. A chorus of heavy panting and gasps. Drained and exhausted.

You feel yourself quickly slip into a slumber as you plop on Nancy’s soft tired body. One of her arms wraps around your body as you use her bosom as the softest set of pillows you’ve ever slept on. Off to the most peaceful sleep you’ve had in quite some time.

Something jolts you awake. A kiss on your forehead, by the girl you had just fucked half a dozen hours before.

“Sorry to wake you. I have to go to work, but you can let yourself out whenever you want.  The fridge is fully stocked. I put my number in your phone...let’s do this again."