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- Author's Note: This story takes place before the events of EqG.
- >Shimmer slowly shut the door behind her, making sure not to make too much noise.
- >There wasn't a soul in the house with her, save for a slumbering teen tucked under his covers.
- >On his nightstand were a collection of candies and sweets, with a card crowning the lot.
- >In large, golden letters, the card read: "Happy Easter Brad!"
- >Twilight could see tiny kiss marks beside the black signatures at the bottom.
- >It was bizarre that his parents worked on Easter, but at least they didn't forget about him.
- >Her parents never seemed to care anyway; as long as she got her solid chocolate bunny on Easter she was content.
- >There was something that morning, however, that she'd craved more than the sugary hare.
- >And it was tucked beneath the covers, just a few feet from her.
- >She gave her lips a quick wash with her tongue and moved in. She crept to the end of the bed and crawled under the covers.
- >Her steps were slow and deliberate, trying to keep the mattress from squeaking.
- >She crawled further up the bed until she felt cool silk glide across her arm.
- >A wicked smile flashed across her face as she brought her hand up his thigh, searching for the end of the silk.
- >When her fingers touched skin she curled them tight, latching onto his waistband.
- >This was the hard part. Very, very slowly she pulled his boxers until they were halfway down his thighs.
- >She brought her hand back up to his crotch and wrapped her fingers around a warm, meaty tube.
- >Shimmer moved her hand up and down, and after only a few strokes the shaft hardened into a tall obelisk in front of her.
- >She was flying blind, unable to see what she was handling in the low light. But she'd stroked him so many times that she knew his shaft by heart.
- >Already she could feel his hot blood coursing under her fingers. He must have been having a fun dream.
- >Stroking him was always fun, but that wasn't what she came here for. She leaned forward and gave his tip a quick little lick.
- >She paused for a moment when she heard a tiny groan, but was relieved when he fell silent.
- >She didn't want him waking up...yet.
- >Feeling more confident, she brought her shoulders to the level of his groin, his dick quivering just under her chin.
- >She put her hands on his hips for support and took a quick peck at his tip.
- >He always loved when she did that. Without another minute she pushed his shaft past her lips.
- >A buzz rung through her body as his dick slid inside her mouth, gliding effortlessly across her tongue.
- >She formed a tight cradle with her tongue and let his shaft rest inside it, wrapping it in a warm embrace.
- >Shimmer was never one to wait around. After only a few pumps she was spinning her tongue around his shaft and taking his entire length.
- >Even though the groans and moans of her lover were getting louder, there was no way she was stopping now.
- >There wasn't much she loved in the world more than his thick, warm rod pumping in and out of her tiny lips.
- >Her favorite part was how hard it felt against her tongue and never knowing when it would pump a fresh load down her throat.
- >She shut her eyes and went faster, letting the world around her fall into a haze.
- >A dainty hand disappeared between her thighs and ground against a small groove.
- >Her own moans rang in her head, and with her eyes shut tight she didn't notice the covers being pulled off.
- "Sunny!?" Brad said with a moan, "What are you doing...aaah..."
- >She lifted off his dick with a pop, letting it bounce back and forth and flick spit against her face.
- >"Happy Easter, Brad..." she purred before quickly going back to her work.
- >He couldn't get a word in before pleasure gripped him, squeezing the breath right out of his lungs.
- >She was a master at giving head, and there wasn't much Brad could do but lie back and wait for his peak.
- >Every grace of her tongue on his ridge and hot breath coursing over his dick was like a flame scorching him, getting him closer and closer to the edge.
- >His mind had hardly even realized what day it was before a deep well of euphoria built behind his shaft.
- "Oooh...Sunset...I'm gonna..."
- >That only made her work him harder. She gave every ounce of effort she could, waiting for his hot load to splash against her tongue.
- >He gave one last groan and grabbed a handful of her hair.
- >Shimmer's eyes went wide as the first strands of hot cum shot inside her.
- >He pumped his seed everywhere, her tongue, her throat, even the little gap between her teeth and her lips weren't safe from his torrent.
- >She grinned as he emptied his balls, and when the last drops of cum rolled onto her tongue, she made an exaggerated gulp.
- >Brad stared at her in wonder as she opened his mouth for him, showing that she'd swallowed every drop.
- >"I know how much you love your bunnies with cream filling, Brad..." Shimmer purred.
- >If his dick wasn't going limp, the pure lust dripping from those words would have made him twice as hard.
- "Sunny..." he panted as she crept over to him, lying on her side and cuddling, "Don't you think it's a little odd to be doing this...you know...on the Lord's day?"
- >"Well excuse me, altar boy," she laughed, "I didn't know you cared about that sort of stuff."
- "I don't."
- >"Then what's the problem?"
- "It just didn't feel right, is all."
- >"Don't worry about it. I just asked myself: 'What would Jesus do?'"
- "Give head at seven in the morning?"
- >"Hey now, you don't know...He might have been into that sort of thing."
- >Brad rolled his eyes and pulled her close. He leaned right to her ear and whispered.
- "You know, Sunny," his voice dripped with pleasure, "I think we've been a little naughty. How's about we go...confess our sins."
- >Shimmer blinked at him.
- "You know...in the booth? We might be able to sneak in between sermons..."
- >"Oooh...well, I haven't gotten MY Easter present yet~"
- "We should put our 'church clothes' on then, hmm?"
- >"Oh you know I will," Shimmer purred. She couldn't wait to sin again.
- >After all, what's life without a little sin?
- END
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