Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse

"This is so exciting," Khalifa said as she spooned inside Caius’ wide arms. "Building our own home… an Island, no less!"

She turned her body in her excitement and he saw how her naked breasts squeezed against his chest as she lay flat on him.

Her face was a little flushed and dazed in excitement, her eyes becoming more and more alluring, red lips begging to be picked.

His shaft rose at the sight.

However, he did not jump at her as he would’ve wanted, and as any other man would’ve done.

He was not like them. He aimed to be someone irreplaceable to her.

That… no matter how many men caught her interest, she would always come back to him.

He will be her haven. The man who didn’t only want to have sex.

No matter what, whether he wanted to or not, he had already considered her as his woman—the woman he planned to grow old with.

For better or for worse, she was now his ’home’.

He didn’t know much about the other guys, but he didn’t think they’d be able to resist impaling her with their cock if they were in his position.

He could tell Khalifa just wanted to talk, and he would give that to her. It wasn’t her fault that she was just too seductive; She couldn’t help it.

"We should fly as many domesticated animals there for food and also for preservation. In my dreams, animals also either turned to zombies or developed antibodies themselves.

"But either way, they taste horrible. We should protect these treasures, don’t you think so?"

She asked, huge eyes staring at him, soft and supple body rubbing on him unconsciously.

His breathing stagnated a bit but he just held her waist and caressed it. "I will handle it." He said.

He might have an accounting background, but he worked a lot of odd jobs until he graduated. Combined with his hardwork and his charm, he gained quite a number of nodding acquaintances and professional friends.

Because of this, he also gathered himself a network he had never used before.

He even worked at a butcher shop before, waking up at 2 in the morning, working, and then rushing to school after a quick bath.

"Thank you!" She said, climbing up and kissing him on the cheek.

He grunted when she accidentally grazed on his member and she flinched. She blinked and her hand slid to his stomach, going down.

When her soft hands wrapped his rock-hard shaft, he couldn’t help but let out a gasp.

Khalifa stared at him as she pumped his shaft, up and down, and smiled as she kissed the side of his lips.

Judging by how stiff it was, he had been enduring it for a long time.

How could she not be touched?

She continued to caress his shaft, gently at first and then quickly. She watched as his face turned redder and his breathing stagnated a bit more.

Her fingers were very playful. One moment it was milking him, the next it was playing with his balls, molding them to different shapes. She would also add pressure with her fingers, and the feeling was indescribable.

Her blue eyes watched in fascination as he panted for air, face flushed from pleasure.

She giggled and climbed over him, meeting his lips and lapping his mouth. Her lower lips began grinding against his shaft, her wet folds so soft and drenched and sexy, that it made him even more painful.

She rubbed her wetness along his length, making smooth and silky movements.

And, without warning, she scooted over and placed her leaking hole over his erect shaft.

She suddenly sat down, skewering herself on his meat stick, her soft walls devouring his dick.

"AH!" She squeaked, neck arched back.

"Agghhhh!" He groaned, body bending a little at the tidal wave of pleasure.

Panting, his back curled forward as his arms found her hourglass waist. He wanted to do more, but he was pushed back flat on the bed by her dainty hands.

She leaned down a bit, her breasts rubbing his chest. "Let me ride you for a bit, okay?" She asked, looking at him with a seductive smile.

Cauis gaped, fascinated.

It was an FYI and he wasn’t given a chance to nod.

And he wouldn’t have been able to, because the sensation had already gotten in his brain.

Khalifa began moving her hips vertically, sensually, and Cauis’ mouth parted as he tried to gather oxygen.

His auburn eyes watched her movements hungrily, he watched as her meat sleeve continuously took in his penis, in and out.

He could even see some of her meat trying to hold on his shaft as it exited, hungry, consuming it again when she sat back down.

"Haaa….ahhh…." She huffed out, pumping herself in and out of him, looking unbelievably sexy.

She pumped dozens and dozens more times, and Cauis had his clenched fisted trying to stop himself from moving as ordered.

It was insane; he was going insane.

More and more liquid between them flowed, making their intersections drenched with love nectar. The dense sweat was trickling down their bodies, combining with their love juices.

Her breasts jiggled like the most delicious pudding to ever exist, with her mouth letting out melodious mewls and moans as she pleasured herself with his cock.

It was too much stimulation, and it didn’t take long for the semen to fill him up to the brim.

No longer able to help himself, his large hands gripped her waist and added more force to their friction.

"Hnngg, ahh.. haa… ah!!" She squeaked but he held on to her tightly, with his own hips meeting her thrusts.

Faster and faster, their movements become wilder, and soon milking out the explosion of masculine milk he had been holding on.

"Ahhhhh!" She yelled, back arched in pleasure, while he grunted heavily, his whole body curled forward as he released everything inside into her.

She laid down gasping on his chest, breasts squeezed between them. He turned them around so he hovered over her, his shaft inside her swimming in their warm juices.

He admired her lust-filled expression, face flushed and mouth parted.

They exchanged chaste kisses and parted after several minutes.

Their eyes met and she smiled so incredibly beautifully, and that moment it felt as if she only had him in her eyes.

His heart swelled.

And so did his meat shaft.