Another morning had immediately passed in the resort that was Playa De Losers, which right now was being soaked in nothing but rain all over. To the guests inside that place, they found it to be disappointing considering the fact they wanted to enjoy a sunny day full of activities, but to Gwen however, the weird goth girl always enjoyed quite the rainy day to herself.
And that always meant that with rainy days like these, she got the free time to do a little bit of artwork. Right now, Gwen was busy drawing what seemed to be a picture-perfect face drawing of her boyfriend Trent. It was something she had been working on for perhaps a good week, and regarding the process and the time she took getting his facial features down, it looked impressively good for what Trent looked like. And what was even more impressive was that Gwen didn't need a picture of Trent to even match her drawing.
The only thing Gwen needed to complete her accurate drawing of Trent was to finish up on the shading. But before she could even get the chance to do so however…
"Uggggh, my back…"
Said a very distressed Trent as he entered Gwen's room unnoticed.
Gwen looked up to her boyfriend and smirked, "What's up, Trent? Lose a fight with the mattress again?"
"How on Earth did you figure that out?" Trent said with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't know," Gwen shrugged before saying, "Just kinda took a guess."
"And you'd probably be right." Trent nodded back.
He then took his time walking up to Gwen and sitting right beside her on the bed, right as she put her drawing aside to focus on Trent, who was writhing in agony for a bit.
"I seriously don't get this," He shook his head. "I usually never get bad sleep in my life. With me feeling like this for a week, it almost looks like I'm fucking sleeping on rocks."
"You were sleeping on rocks?" Gwen's eyes bulged out of her sockets.
"I imagine I'd be," Trent nodded a bit before asking, "Why would you be shocked like this?"
"It's been happening to Cody, Noah and Harold as well," Gwen replied, "They've been back pain as part of Duncan's prank."
"Duncan's prank?" Trent raised his eyebrow.
Gwen said with a simple nod, "Yeah, Duncan thought it'd be funny to stuff tiny mini-rocks underneath our mattresses to people he hates."
Trent knew this sudden realization of what really happened to him forced him to go ever the edge shouting, "What? Oh, that's it, Duncan's a dead–"
He was about to utter that last word when all of a sudden, a painful jolt surged around Trent's lower back when he attempted to stand up, therefore making him sit right back down on the bed.
"Whoa, Trent, take it easy there." Gwen said, holding the guitarist down on his shoulders.
"You're right," Trent nodded, "Guess my back's still a little sore."
"Must be," Gwen nodded right back before suggesting to him close-up, "You want me to give you a back rub just to make things easy for you?"
"Oh, anything just to get rid of the back pain I'm having." Trent said, sighing in relief.
"Guess I'll take that as a yes," The weird goth girl smirked, "All right, take off your shirt."
It didn't take too long for Trent to take off his favorite greenish-yellow T-shirt and revealed his bare back to Gwen, who couldn't quite help but blush in return of seeing this incredible sight. Yet it wasn't surprising for Gwen knowing this wasn't the only time she'd seen Trent without his shirt off.
As soon as Trent threw his shirt away, Gwen immediately sat behind him and put her hands to good work, rubbing around a good portion of Trent's lower back in mini-circles. Sure, it wasn't gonna do anything to get rid of Trent's lower back pain, but what Gwen was at least doing was to ease the pain at least. And needless to say, her hands immediately started to work wonders, making Trent break in a very relaxing moan as if he was resting on a giant warm fluffy cloud or having his lower back kissed by a fountain full of angel-fish.
Gwen heard that gleeful sigh herself, whispering over to Trent, "So, how is it so far?"
"Not gonna lie, but that feels sooooo good right now," Trent rolled his eyes with a smile. He then curiously asked Gwen, "How on earth did you know how to do this?"
"I don't usually like to brag, but my mom's a bit of a masseuse," Gwen chuckled, "She always gives massages to those who have back pain like these."
"Well, you definitely have her magic hands." Trent chuckled back.
"I guess that's true," The goth shrugged to herself.
A minute during the backrub she was giving to Trent, Gwen whispered right to her boyfriend's ear saying, "You want me to get your shoulders too?"
"Oh, please do." The guitarist nodded.
After Gwen was done with Trent's back for the time being, the weird goth girl's hands soon reached up the guitarist's shoulder blades, caressing them very nicely to the point where Trent was forming goosebumps around his hot searing skin. Mostly due to how warm, enticing and inviting Gwen's hands were becoming as a result. Despite the pain Trent was still receiving from his lower back, the feeling Trent's shoulders got from her mesmerizing touch was to put it in fact, rapturous. Trent never wanted this kind of touch to end in his part.
"I'm not gonna lie, Gwen, you should TOTALLY become a masseuse…" He said, almost losing feeling in his legs.
"Well, let's not go very far," Gwen chuckled playfully, "I still gotta be an artist, you know."
Her fingers continued to glide over Trent's shoulder blades, the rhythmic motion bringing him to a place of peace amidst the storm of pain his lower back was experiencing. But as she worked, something peculiar began to happen beneath the fabric of his pants. Trent's breathing grew shallower, and his body grew taut. At first, Gwen thought she was imagining things, but as she went on, she could feel the unmistakable outline of an erection growing against her palm. Her eyes widened with surprise, and she felt a heat rush to her cheeks.
With each gentle press of her thumbs, the bulge grew more pronounced. It was like a secret that only she and the massage oil knew. She bit her lip, contemplating her next move. Should she ignore it and continue with the massage? Or should she indulge in the sudden spark of desire that had ignited between them? The air in the room grew thick with tension, charged with the electricity of a moment that could go either way.
Gwen's heart raced as she took a deep breath, deciding to lean into the situation. She let her hands drift down slightly, the tips of her fingers brushing against the waistband of Trent's pants. He tensed for a moment, but when she didn't pull away, he relaxed into the sensation. Her touch grew bolder, her curiosity piqued by his unspoken response.
Trent, lost in the heavenly sensation of Gwen's massage, had no idea of the internal turmoil she was experiencing. The tension in his shoulders melted away, but it was clear that there was a different kind of tension building elsewhere. Gwen's eyes darted to the side, watching Trent's face for any signs of discomfort or objection, but all she saw was a look of pure bliss.
The moment of truth came when her hand accidentally grazed the head of his cock. It was like hitting a live wire. Trent's body jolted, and a low moan escaped his lips. Gwen's eyes went wide, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she allowed her hand to rest there, feeling the heat and firmness beneath her palm. The room was silent except for the steady patter of rain outside and the sound of their mingled breaths.
Her curiosity turned into something more primal, and she began to rub his length through the fabric of his pants. Trent's eyes snapped open, looking over his shoulder at her with a mix of shock and arousal.
"What are you doing?" He whispered, his voice hoarse.
"Just... trying to help with the tension," Gwen replied, her voice equally as strained.
Their eyes met, and in that split second, the unspoken understanding passed between them. The massage had taken an unexpected turn, and neither of them was willing to pull the brakes.
Gwen's hand grew more assertive, rubbing the bulge with purposeful strokes. Trent's cheeks flushed a deep red, and his breathing grew ragged. He knew it was wrong, that they should stop before it went too far, but his body was betraying him. He felt a mix of excitement and guilt, unsure of how to react. Yet, as Gwen's eyes searched his, he could see the mischief and desire dancing in their depths.
"You like it, don't you?" She whispered, her voice a siren's call that sent a shiver down his spine.
Trent's mind raced, trying to form coherent thoughts, but all he could manage was a stuttered, "I... I guess."
The words barely left his lips before Gwen leaned in closer, her breath hot against his neck as she said, "Then tell me to keep going."
Trent swallowed hard, his throat tight with anticipation. He knew he should resist, that this was a slippery slope, but the allure of Gwen's touch was too much to bear. He whispered, "Okay... keep going."
With a smirk, Gwen complied, her hand sliding down to cup him firmly. The pressure sent a bolt of pleasure through him, and his cock grew even harder. She could feel the power she held over him, and it only made her more eager to explore further.
"What about this?" She asked, her hand sliding down further to unbuckle his belt.
Trent could only nod, his eyes half-lidded with lust. He felt her hand slip into his pants, her cool fingers wrapping around his hot, throbbing cock.
"Say it," Gwen murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "Tell me what you want."
Trent knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't help himself. "Suck it," He breathed out, the words leaving his mouth before he could reconsider.
Without hesitation, Gwen slithered down onto her knees, her eyes never leaving his. She undid his zipper, and his cock sprang free, eager and needy. She took him in her mouth, her lips closing around his shaft, and Trent's world narrowed to the exquisite sensation of her tongue against him. The rain outside grew louder, matching the rhythm of their passion. Gwen's cheeks hollowed as she took him deeper, her hands caressing his balls with gentle expertise. Trent's grip tightened on the bed, his hips involuntarily bucking upwards as she worked her magic.
He could feel the momentum of his cock slowly yet surely building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to consume him. He threw his head back, his eyes squeezed shut, and let out a moan that was part pleasure, part surrender. Gwen took it as a cue to swirl her tongue around the tip of his cock, teasing the slit before plunging back down to take him in again.
"Nhhhh... keep... keep going... ohhhhh..." He said, literally lifting his eyes over his head in pleasure.
Gwen felt Trent's grip tighten in her hair, his hips rising and falling with her rhythm. The sound of his moans and the rain outside created a symphony of passion that echoed through the room. She felt his cock swell in her mouth, his breaths becoming more erratic as she picked up the pace. Her hand, now free from his shaft, snaked around to caress his balls, rolling them gently as she continued to suck him off.
Trent's eyes shot open as she did so, and he couldn't help but watch her in awe. The sight of Gwen's mouth wrapped around his cock, her cheeks hollowed with effort, was almost too much to handle. He tightened his grip on her hair, gently guiding her movements. Gwen took the hint and began to bob her head faster, her cheeks flushing as she felt his erection grow even harder.
The feeling of her warm, wet mouth and her hand working in tandem was driving Trent wild. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his body tightening with every stroke. Gwen looked up at him, her eyes full of mischief and desire, as she took him in deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum," He warned, his voice strained.
Gwen only hummed in response, her hand moving faster, her mouth sucking harder. She wanted to feel him come apart in her mouth, to taste his release. It was a heady, intoxicating thought that made her even more eager.
With a final, desperate thrust, Trent reached his climax. His body arched off the bed, his back bowed as he let out a loud moan. Gwen took it all, her mouth eagerly swallowing his cum as it spurted into her. She kept her rhythm, not letting up until he was completely spent, his body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.
As the last drops fell from his cock, she pulled away, licking her lips with a smirk. "Feeling better?" She asked, her voice teasing.
Trent collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily. "Mmhmm... much better," He murmured, a dazed smile playing on his lips.
"Good, because this isn't quite over yet..." Gwen said with a winked eye.
"Isn't quite over yet?" Trent raised his eyebrow, "What are you talking about?"
"Well, your back pain is gone," Gwen said, her voice a mix of innocence and devilishness. "But I think there's something else we need to take care of."
With that, she reached behind her back and began to unhook her black bustier. The fabric whispered as it gave way, revealing her voluptuous 36DD breasts, pale and perfect against the stark contrast of the room. Trent's eyes bulged like an airbag, unable to believe the sight before him. He had seen Gwen in various states of undress before, but there was something about the sudden exposure that left him utterly breathless.
"Wow..." He murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Gwen couldn't help but blush at the hungry look in his eyes. She knew she had an impressive chest, but the way Trent was staring at her made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. She took a moment to revel in the power she had over him before leaning forward, her breasts swaying with the movement.
"You like?" She asked, her voice playful.
"I love," Trent said, his voice barely a whisper.
"Then tell me how they'll feel around your cock," Gwen challenged, her cheeks flushing a darker shade of pink.
Trent swallowed hard, his mouth going dry. "I... I think they'd feel like heaven," He managed to croak out.
Gwen smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You think?"
Before he could respond, she grabbed his cock with one hand and placed it between her breasts. She began to slide up and down, her soft flesh enveloping him in a warm, tight embrace. The sensation was unlike anything Trent had ever felt before, and he couldn't help but groan in pleasure. His cock grew even harder, nestled between her ample breasts as she moved.
The sight of Gwen's breasts jiggling with each movement was too much for Trent to handle. He reached out, his hands cupping the undersides of her breasts, pushing them together even tighter around his shaft. Gwen moaned, the feeling of his hands on her skin sending shivers down her spine. She leaned in closer, her nipples brushing against his chest as she worked him over.
The room was filled with the sound of skin on skin, the smell of massage oil and arousal. Rain continued to fall outside, the rhythm of it mimicking the rhythm of their bodies. The world outside had ceased to exist for them; there was only the two of them, lost in a haze of pleasure and desire.
Trent's eyes rolled back in his head as Gwen's breasts worked their magic. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his hips bucking involuntarily. She noticed and sped up her movements, her breasts moving faster and faster.
"Cum for me, Trent," She whispered, her voice husky with need. "I need it inside my mouth."
Trent couldn't resist the siren's call of her words. With a final, desperate thrust, he reached his peak. His body tightened, and he came with a roar, filling her mouth with his hot, sticky cum. Gwen took it all, swallowing every drop as if it were the sweetest nectar. The act was so intense that for a brief moment, Trent's vision swam, and he had to fight to keep himself from passing out. Yet, the pleasure was so exquisite that he remained conscious, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm.
Gwen sat back on her heels, her eyes shining with victory as she licked her lips. The taste of him was still on her tongue, and she felt a thrill of power knowing she had brought him to such heights. She had never been one to shy away from the explicit, and she reveled in the carnality of the moment.
"Your turn," She said, her voice low and seductive.
With a grace that belied the fire in her belly, Gwen rose to her feet. The rain outside was now a crescendo, mirroring the crescendo of desire that pulsed between them. She took a moment to let Trent appreciate the view of her bare breasts before slowly sliding her skirt down her legs, revealing her black purple thong. She stepped out of it, and it fell to the floor, joining the pile of their discarded clothing.
Trent watched, his breath hitching in his throat, as she bent over, placing her hands on the bed for balance. Her perfect ass was on full display, her pussy already glistening with anticipation. He could see her clit peeking out, begging for his attention.
Gwen looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes smoldering. "Would you like to do the honors?" She asked, her voice dripping with innuendo.
Trent nodded, his cock already stirring back to life. He reached out, his hand caressing the soft flesh of her ass before sliding down to her wetness. Gwen gasped as he touched her, the sensation sending sparks through her body. He teased her clit with his thumb, feeling it swell beneath his touch.
"Please, Trent," She whimpered, her voice needy. "I need you inside me."
Trent didn't need any more convincing. He gestured for her to straddle him, and she eagerly complied. The tip of his cock grazed against her swollen clit as she positioned herself, and she couldn't help but gasp. The feeling was exquisite, and she knew that she was going to come hard and fast.
Gwen lowered herself down onto him, her wetness enveloping his cock in a warm, tight embrace. She moaned as he filled her up, her pussy stretching to accommodate his length. Trent's hands found her hips, guiding her as she began to move. Her breasts bounced with every downward thrust, the sight making him even more eager to claim her fully.
He felt her clit grind against his pelvis, and she began to twerk her ass up and down his cock. The sensation was mind-blowing, and Trent had to grit his teeth to keep from cumming immediately. Gwen's movements grew more erratic, her moans growing louder as she approached her climax. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, drowning out the now distant patter of rain outside.
Her eyes squeezed shut, Gwen focused on the feeling of Trent's cock sliding in and out of her, the friction against her clit driving her wild. She could feel the tension coiling in her belly, her orgasm building like a storm about to break. "Trent," She panted, "I'm... I'm gonna cum..."
Trent's grip on her hips tightened, his own need growing more urgent. "Cum for me, baby," He growled, his voice deep and demanding. "I want to feel you come all over my cock."
Gwen threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of ink. Her movements grew more frantic, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. And then it hit her, a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She screamed his name as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vice.
Trent watched her face contort in ecstasy, feeling her orgasm ripple through her body and onto his cock. It was almost too much to handle, but he held on, wanting to give her every bit of pleasure she deserved.
"You're so beautiful," He murmured, his voice thick with lust.
Gwen blushed, feeling a warmth spread through her cheeks. She leaned in, her eyes searching his, and their lips met in a passionate kiss. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes about the depth of their connection. Her mouth was soft and sweet, and Trent couldn't help but deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring hers as his hands found their way to her breasts.
They broke apart, both breathless, their eyes locked in a silent conversation of desire. Without another word, Trent shifted positions, gently guiding Gwen onto her back. She looked up at him with a mix of excitement and concern.
"Are you sure you can handle this with your back?" She asked, her voice laced with worry.
Trent smirked, the pain of his prank-induced backache momentarily forgotten. "For you, Gwen, I'd do anything," He assured her, his voice low and seductive.
He positioned himself between her legs, his cock poised at her entrance. Gwen felt a thrill of anticipation as she watched him, her heart racing in her chest. With one swift movement, he slid into her, filling her completely. They both groaned in unison, the feeling of their bodies joined together sending a jolt of pleasure through them.
Trent began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate. He took his time, savoring every inch of her tight, wet pussy. Gwen's nails dug into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer. The concern for his back was forgotten as she gave herself over to the sensation of him inside her.
Her hips met his, rising to meet each thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a testament to their passion. Rain continued to patter against the window, the world outside a distant memory as they lost themselves in each other.
"Harder," Gwen moaned, her voice a desperate plea.
Trent complied, his movements growing more urgent. He watched her face, her eyes closed in ecstasy, as he pounded into her. The sight of her, lost in pleasure, was almost too much to bear.
With a grunt, he felt his control slipping. The pressure in his balls was building, threatening to overwhelm him. He didn't want it to end yet, not when Gwen was so close to her peak. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices, and flipped her onto her stomach. He hovered over her, his chest pressing against her back, his cock nestled between her legs.
Gwen gasped as she felt him enter her from behind, his length stretching her even further. She pushed her ass up, begging for more, and Trent was happy to oblige. He wrapped one arm around her leg, holding her in place as he picked up the pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by their muffled moans and gasps.
"Yes, like that," Gwen panted, her voice muffled by the pillow. "So deep..."
Trent's pace grew frenzied, his hips moving like a piston as he slammed into her. Gwen's moans grew louder, echoing off the walls of the cabin and out into the rain-soaked night. The sound of their love-making grew to match the intensity of the storm outside, a symphony of passion that was heard across the entire resort.
Their bodies were slick with sweat and oil, their limbs tangled in a desperate dance of desire. Trent leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, and whispered, "You're so tight, baby."
Gwen whimpered in response, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She could feel her orgasm building, a pressure that threatened to burst like a dam holding back a river of pleasure.
Suddenly, Trent's cock began to shake and vibrate uncontrollably within her. The sensation was new, strange, and incredibly arousing. She could feel him getting closer, his strokes growing more erratic. She knew he was about to cum, and the thought of his hot seed filling her up was too much to bear.
With a desperate moan, she turned her head to the side, capturing his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, tasting each other's lust as their bodies moved in unison. The kiss grew more intense, their teeth clashing as their passion reached a fever pitch.
Trent felt the beginnings of his climax, his balls tightening with the promise of release. He knew he couldn't hold on much longer, but he didn't want to cum without Gwen. That's when he finally knew that the timing was right.
"I'm... I'm gonna cum again..." He grunted, his voice strained with passion.
Gwen's response was a breathless, "Do it, baby. CUM INSIDE ME...!"
With a roar that matched the thunder outside, Trent released his hot load with the strength and force of speed itself. His cock pulsed and jerked as ropes of hot, white cum shot into her womb. It was as if a dam had broken, and she felt the warmth of him fill her up completely, overflowing until it dripped down her thighs. The sensation was so intense that Gwen's own orgasm was triggered, her body convulsing around him as she screamed out his name.
Their shared climax was like a wave, crashing over them both and leaving them breathless and trembling. As the last spurt of cum left his cock, Trent felt his energy drain away. He collapsed onto her, his weight pressing her into the bed as he gave in to exhaustion. Gwen didn't mind; she wrapped her legs around him, holding him close as she felt his warmth seep into her.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of their heavy breathing and the persistent rain outside. They lay there, entwined in a tangle of limbs and passion, their hearts racing in time with each other.
Finally, Gwen managed to speak. "That was..." she began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words.
"AMAZING," Trent supplied, his voice muffled against her neck.
They lay there, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. The rain had tapered off, leaving only the occasional drop to hit the roof of the cabin. The silence was a stark contrast to the cacophony of pleasure that had filled the room only moments before.
"Trent," Gwen whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Mm?" He hummed, his eyes still closed.
"Thank you," She said, her voice thick with emotion. "For everything."
Trent lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers. "Anytime, Gwen," He said, his voice sincere. "Anytime."
With that, they curled into each other, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. They were lost in a world of contentment, their troubles forgotten. The storm outside had passed, leaving behind a serene quiet that mirrored the peace they felt within.
And with that, they fell into a deep, satisfied sleep, which only lasted for a second before Trent noticed the drawing of Gwen sitting right beside her nightstand. He reached out with his own arm and checked out Gwen's portrait of his entire face. So far, it looked so good and so realistic that even with shading not even included, that it looked so perfect enough in Trent's own emerald eyes.
He looked back at the drawing and back to Gwen with a smile plastered on his lips, thinking to himself with admiration, "Yep, that's definitely my girlfriend, the artist..."