Welcome to the Innocent World

The crowd's chants filled the air again—"Spin! Spin! Spin!"—their voices syncing with the heavy *dum dum* of the music rolling through the club.

The announcer was loving it, bouncing on stage, waving his arms like a hype man on steroids. "Let's turn it up, people! Who's ready for the next one?" he shouted, and the audience roared back, feeding the chaos.

The lights flashed wild, then settled as the roulette wheel clicked to a stop.

The slot it landed on said Afa had to kneel, unzip my pants, and give me a blow job.

The announcer let out a scream—"Holy hell, we're in for it now!"—and the crowd absolutely lost it, cheering and yelling like they'd never seen anything better.

I coughed into my fist, trying to play it cool with a smile, but my eyes flicked to Afa. Her face went red, a mix of a pout and a grin as she glanced at me, caught off guard but still in the game.

"You good?" I asked, leaning in a little, my voice low.

She narrowed her eyes at me, smirking. "Oh, you think I can't handle this?"

I shrugged, teasing her. "If you're scared, you can back out, you know. No shame in it."

"Huh!" she huffed, glaring at me like I'd just thrown down a challenge. "Now you'll see!"

Before I could say anything else, Afa snatched a wine bottle off a nearby table, popped it open, and chugged the whole damn thing in one go.

The crowd went wild, "Woo-hoo!" as she slammed the empty bottle down, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Afa…" I said, grinning at her, half-impressed, half-amused. "You're insane."

"Now I'll show you all—every fucking person here—who I really am," she declared, her voice sharp and fierce. She stepped right up to me, planting herself in front of me with this fire in her eyes.

The announcer leaned into the mic, chuckling. "Can she really do it? She's looking sultry and serious at the same time—damn, this girl's a wild card!"

Afa and I locked eyes, staring each other down. I raised an eyebrow, teasing her again. "You sure about this? Last chance to tap out."

"Shut up, Austin," she shot back, smirking. "I don't back down from anything."

"Oh, I know," I said, crossing my arms, still grinning. "Just checking."

She rolled her eyes, but there was a playful edge to it. "You're gonna eat those words," she muttered.

Afa stepped closer to me, her vibe shifting from playful to intense. She reached up, cupping my cheeks with both hands, and pulled me into a kiss.

It was deep, hungry, like she was pouring everything into it. When she pulled back, her eyes locked on mine, all hazy with a mix of love and lust, like she was lost in me.

Her hands dropped to my shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons as she started undoing them one by one.

"Oh-ho, what's gonna happen now?" the announcer called out, his voice teasing as he egged the crowd on. They grinned and cheered, feeding off the moment.

"You okay with this?" I asked her, my voice low, a smirk tugging at my lips.

Afa grinned back, her fingers still working my shirt open. "More than okay," she murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to my bare chest. Her lips trailed lower, slow and deliberate, tracing down my skin. The crowd's noise faded into a hum as she licked my abs, her tongue warm and teasing, before she dropped to her knees right there on the floor.

"Damn, Afa," I chuckled, half-nervous, half-turned on. "You're not messing around."

Afa smirking up at me as her hands moved to my belt. She yanked it loose with a quick tug, unbuttoned my pants, and slid the zipper down.

My jeans slipped just below my hips, and she didn't stop there. Her lips brushed over the bulge of my dick in my underwear, pressing a soft kiss against the hardness straining through the fabric.

The crowd whistled, and I could feel my face heat up. "You're killing me," I muttered, my hands twitching at my sides.

"Good," she laughed softly, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my underwear. With one smooth pull, she tugged them down, letting my hardened dick spring free in front of everyone. The air hit me cool.

The announcer jumped in, laughing into the mic. "Roll that music, people! This boy's about to get the hardest nut ever!" The beat kicked back in, loud and fast, and the crowd cracked up.

Afa didn't flinch. She wrapped her hand around me, gentle but firm, stroking slow as she looked up at me.

She smirked, then leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick me from bottom to top.

"Ahh…" I moaned, the electric jolt of her touch and tongue shooting through me. She kept stroking, her rhythm steady, and every move felt like fire sparking under my skin.

"Too much for you yet?" she teased, pausing just long enough to glance up at me with that wicked smile.

"Nah," I managed, my voice shaky but smirking back. "Keep going."

Afa parted her lips and took my dick into her mouth, the sudden warmth enveloping me like a wave.

A sharp "Ahh…" slipped out as the heat of her mouth wrapped around me, slick and soft, pulling me in deeper. She started moving her head, slow at first, then picking up a rhythm that sent jolts racing up my spine.

My head tipped back, the tension in my neck releasing as my hands found her head, fingers sinking into her hair, brushing through the strands as she sucked my hard cock.

The sensation hit harder when her hand slid down, cupping my balls, massaging them with a gentle squeeze that made my legs twitch.

Her mouth kept working my hardness, the wet slide of her lips tight and relentless. Then she swirled her tongue around the tip of my dick, a quick, teasing flick that sent a wild spark through me, like electricity buzzing under my skin.

"Ahh… fuck… this is too much…" I groaned, my teeth gritting as the pleasure edged into overwhelming.

The announcer cracked some joke, and the crowd's laughter rolled through the air, but it was just noise—distant, meaningless.

Afa's mouth was all I could feel, all I could focus on. The pressure built fast, a tight coil in my gut. "Fuck, Afa… I'm gonna cum…" I rasped, my hands gripping her head tighter as my hips started moving, thrusting into her mouth on instinct. "Ahh… yeahh…" I moaned, the sound raw as the tip of my dick hit the back of her throat.

Her eyes rolled up, lids fluttering in a mix of effort and pleasure, and that look pushed me over the edge.

"Take this—ahhhhh…" I growled, shoving my dick deep with one last thrust, burying myself in her throat as the orgasm crashed through me.

"Arghhh..huhhh.." The release was intense, a hot rush spilling out, pulsing as I emptied every drop of semen into her mouth.

My body shuddered, waves of heat and relief rolling through me, and I held her head steady, panting.

"So good… baby…" I muttered, my fingers still tangled in her hair as the last tremors faded, leaving me shaky and spent.

The announcer's voice cut in, loud and smug. "And there goes his first orgasm, guys!" The crowd erupted in laughter, but I barely registered it, still caught in the afterglow, my breath ragged as I looked down at Afa.

I removed Afa's mouth off my dick, slow and careful, the wet warmth slipping away. A slick mix of saliva and cum dripped from my dick, glistening under the club lights as it hit the floor.

"Arghhh..huffff*" Afa let out a heavy exhale, her tongue poking out as she laughed, her face flushed red with lust. Her eyes sparkled, wild and alive, showing just how much she'd loved every second of it.

"Did you love it, baby?" I asked, brushing my thumbs gently across her lips, still wet and swollen from me.

"A hell lot," she said, her voice a little hoarse.

I held out a hand, grinning as she took it, and pulled her up to her feet. She steadied herself against me, her breath still uneven.

The announcer started clapping, his voice booming over the speakers. "Give it up for these two! One daring couple, made for this daring roulette!"

Me, Afa, and the whole crowd cracked up, the laughter bouncing around the room. I reached down to zip up my pants, figuring I'd cover up, but the announcer cut in quick. "Whoa, whoa, hold up! You've gotta keep going in the same clothes you're in—no changes!"

My dick was still out, hanging there in front of everyone, and I couldn't help but laugh, shaking my head.

"Sure, okay," I said, shrugging like it was no big deal, even though the air felt cool against me.

Afa smirked, her eyes dropping to my dick with that same hungry look. "Keep it out," she said, licking her lips. "You might need it again soon." She winked

I raised an eyebrow at her, grinning. This girl...has lost it.