They liked to walk around the town, sometimes just sitting and chatting in a café, and sometimes Luna would put on rollerblades and Ed would follow her with his bike. They even tried public s**, and they especially liked to seek pleasure in the woods, on the staircase, in the basement.

For Edward, Luna started wearing high heels, especially platform boots. A modest girl turned into a w**** with a heart and face of a child. The long, false eyelashes sticked out on that innocent face of hers. She also had artificial nails done (acrylic – there was no gel manicure back then).

The two youngsters were naughty even in the high school toilet, later behind the building. Time would stand still as Luna would be pounded by Edward’s hard d***, and they especially loved the doggy pose; turned from behind, clinging to the wall, Luna was taking Ed’s c*** inside her, moaning like a prostitute. It seemed that nothing could separate them, except maybe Luna’s jealousy as Ed was becoming more and more confident, flirting with other girls since his libido (like her own, to be honest) was insatiable.

Sometimes they fantasized about introducing a third person in their adventures; maybe going to a fair, some place where everyone fornicates together. The two would make love and watch other couples do the same. Maybe Edward would insert his c*** into another woman’s c***, and then into Luna’s again. She imagined her lover cheating on her and experienced a powerful, embarrassing climax.

She confessed to him with tears in her eyes, hiding her face heavily smeared with make-up as his body rammed into hers. And he accept the roleplay and told her how he cheated on her with other girls. Then Luna squirted on Ed’s c***, and he roared and emptied his balls into her wet, tight p****. After that he finger-f*** her.

F******** became one of Luna’s favorite kinks. She could c** just from that. And when her boyfriend would bury his face in her sumptuous cleavage, between two swollen melons and begin to kiss and s*** them, she’d almost faint from pleasure.

And then, something terrible happened. It was death that managed to separate them.

But if you look at the sky as the sun sets, at twilight and at dusk, you’d probably see the spirits of two young people, playfully chasing each other, making love under the tree. Maybe even at the seaside, at the sea coast you could hear the wind carrying their moaning, becoming distant and disappearing with the first raindrops. In the summer breeze, while looking at the horizon…

Maybe, just maybe you would be able to see them. Their souls sailed somewhere far away; as if they ran away together.

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