The glowing red of the dying sun spread across the grand hall, where guests gathered in twos and threes, laughing, and cheering, with those seemingly pretty, but very showy, even disgusting, smiles on their faces. But at this party, there was a flower of purity, like Erika and Hainault, who were serving refreshments by the window.

Erika had changed into her previously tailored, form-fitting gown, the soothing fabric clinging to the young girl's shapely body, the black exterior giving her another filter of maturity, but her sweet smile and elegant demeanor - she is a very cultured child. The poised male opposite her, dressed in a straight tuxedo, with deep turquoise blue pupils on his handsome face and the warmth and brightness of youth shining through his conversation and laughter, was more interested in the young girl in front of him than the pastry in his hands.

"There are quite a few big names at this ball. Do we really fit in here?"

Erika looked around, the socialites, the government dignitaries, and even those few generals from the army were present at the ball, which was more like an occasion for certain deals than a ball. Erika felt uncomfortable, the look on everyone's face except for Hainault, who was beside her, smelled contrived, and she had to look at Hainault as if he was the only one, she could rely on.

"Don't worry. Erika," Hainault lifted Erika's palm, "I'm here, don't think about those people." Erika got the answer she wanted, and Hainault said the real reason he had brought her to the meeting.

"Not to mention, I've seen you perform in the school dance troupe before. I'd love to see you dance when I get the chance. Erika my dear~"

"Hainault ......"

As if stimulated by electricity, Erika blushed as she put down the snack in her hand and approached Hainault, snuggling up to Hainault's chest.

"Since...you said that I'll go along with it."

Before she knew it, a bright moon had risen outside the court. Erika's face was slightly flushed and dazed from the red wine. Hainault looked at her beside him and reached out, running his hand down her thigh and wrapping his right arm around Erika's waist to hold her in his arms.

"Erika my dear, it's time for you to get some rest, let's have some privacy."

Erika was a little overwhelmed and looked into Hainault's azure eyes with trust in her heart, which reassured her to lie back in Hainault's arms. With his beauty in his arms, Hainault strode out of the banqueting hall, and the guests beside him, looking at such a perfect match, half-jokingly said.

"Hey! Come and see this lovely couple ~ it looks like he's going out for a solo dance with his woman. Everyone, let's give them our blessing!"

The guests at the door raised their glasses in their hands and gestured to the pair of Hainault who, with a faint smile, moved on.

The cool breeze in the street outside the hall brought a slight coolness to the two men's restless hearts, but ultimately it could not blow away the figure of Erika in Hainault's mind. All along the way, Hainault seemed to feel the pulsations of the beauty in his arms synchronize with his own as if they were one with him. He carried Erika to the hotel on the other side of the street, went into the room he had booked earlier, laid Erika flat on the bed, and went into the bathroom for a shower.

Erika opened her eyes from the bed in a daze, and without realizing it, she caught a glimpse of Hainault's body through a crack in the bathroom door that had been left open - a handsome young man with a sleek set of wrestling muscles, a body that was as polished as alabaster up and down, without a hint of body hair in the way, and what made her heart beat faster was the set of Hainault's crotch, which she had only seen till this point in the school textbooks explaining male sexuality, but this is different, it is her first time seeing it with her own eyes, her heart, which had been cooled by the cool breeze, was now stirring again. The shaft was as white as his body, its erect, rosy glans pulsing with every beat that was stimulating her mind and making her less and less calm as if the raw sexual desire was eating away at her sanity and the teenage gasps were telling her to give up her unnecessary restraint, she had to start finding ways to control her desire straight away. Hainault heard the intermittent moans and came out to check on the situation. He sees Erika, who had woken up and was turning her back on him, he asked curiously

"Erika, is everything all right? "

He put his hand on Erika's shoulder and found that her body was burning, so he simply turned Erika over, only to see that Erika had unbuttoned her gown, revealing her equally white torso, and was stroking her secret garden with her own fingers, the constant teasing of her labia but making her more and more aroused the slight but quick gasps of her appreciation of Hainault's body, and the trickle of water from her pink labia, Erika's fantasy of coitus with Hainault. As Erika's fingers spasmed, a warm trickle erupted from the young girl's beautiful pussy and Erika was rewarded with her first tidal wave. But as Erika's eyes focused on Hainault, Erika then realized that she was masturbating in front of him and had to cover her private parts in a hurry, blushing with shame, the young girl, still intoxicated by the afterglow of her sexuality, seemed to stammer even as she apologized.

" Hainault ...... Hainault, I'm sorry ...... I was such a bad girl ...... to satisfy myself at your back... I let you down ......"

Erika curled up on the bed, imagining the accusations that might descend, but was greeted only by Hainault's gentle touch. The touch of her fingers on Erika's body gave her a tingle like an electric shock and her pink labia gushed some more love juices, which made Erika even shyer.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing that I didn't find out what you were thinking sooner. Either way, let's shower first."

Hainault reached out and slowly untied Erika's gown from top to bottom, and soon a sweaty Erika, her body smelling wonderfully girlish, was revealed to Hainault. Erika was still fantasizing about Hainault's figure and by the time she calmed down, she was in a tub full of hot water with Hainault behind her, massaging her body.

" Hainault, I ......" Erika was just about to finish her sentence when Hainault caressed her face and turned her towards him, followed by lips that Hainault the two had their tongues entwined with each other, their juices flowing into each other's mouths, their tongues sometimes tightly entwined, sometimes their tongues raking each other. Hainault's hands didn't stop there either, one hand tightening around Erika's waist, the other rubbing her luscious round breasts, and his huge cock getting restless, rubbing back and forth between Erika's strands as Hainault's waist gently drove it, stimulating her lower body, then thrusting it forward so that Erika was sitting on top of him, his cock just in front of Erika's belly, allowing Erika to feel the man's touch. Hainault pulled his tongue out and looked at Erika, placing her hand on the crown of Hainault's stem

"Erika, now that my cock is in your hand, come and feel it."

Hainault guided Erika as she felt the firmness of the penis with the palm of her hand, rubbing her hand against his urethral meatus. It was inevitable for a young girl experiencing male sexuality for the first time, although she certainly could not be expected to have a mastery of the technique, a slightly rudimentary movement was inevitable. When Hainault let go, Erika placed her hand on the glans, recalling the movements Hainault had just taught her, but after a few rounds of rubbing her palm against the glans, she stopped because she felt a tingle in her hand, and feeling frustrated, Erika looked at the man behind her with resignation, like a child who had made a mistake. Hainault laughed out loud as he patiently held Erika's hand again and instructed her on how to massage it.

" Hainault ...... can I really do that?"

Hainault stroked her face and kissed her smooth skin, lavishing trust on her.

"I trust you, now my cock is yours to play with, do whatever you want."

Erika smiled, then wrapped her palm around Hainault's cock and began to rub it. This time her technic is a little better, her hand like a soft veil, massaging the glans of Hainault's shaft, probably thinking that just rubbing the glans wasn't enough, Erika slid her hand down and around the shaft, Hainault watching her next movements with interest. Erika seemed to be able to do it all herself, fingering Hainault's cock and then massaging the groove with her fingers, gently kneading it. Satisfied, Hainault fondled Erika's breasts and stretched his cock again, interrupting her masturbation and pressing the smooth glans against Erika's belly. Erika seemed to be looking at Hainault with some resignation because she hadn't seen his expression, thinking she hadn't satisfied him.

" Hainault ...... I haven't learned yet ...... am I not satisfying you..."

Hainault cried and laughed, he had never seen such a cute side of Erika, she thoughts she was aggravated that she hadn't satisfied her man, then he picked up Erika's waist and turned her towards him, pressing his cock against her belly, Erika cooperated by brushing her hand against the man's glans.

"Erika, you're doing great. Now, I'll make you a woman."

In the room, Hainault sat on the sofa nakedly, showing his thick cock, Erika is also naked sitting beside him, Hainault nudged the glans on his own cock with his hand and said to Erika.

"Erika, I think that's the first time you've heard of fellatio."

Erika blushed instantly, not because Hainault's request was too rude, but because she really didn't know how to, and was afraid she wouldn't be able to satisfy herself as she had just done.

" I have not done fellatio before…… Hainault ....... I am not sure if I can satisfy …."

Before Erika could finish, Hainault patted Erika's shoulder, believing her as he had just done, and then took her hand over his scrotum and

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