Luke stopped and took a moment to study Quillie from behind. Her hair was split dyed like always but the colors had changed again. One side black, the other side lime green. She had put her hair up in pigtails to really show off each side.
He had met her years ago. Whenever he traveled through Australia, he would hit her up. They had a good thing going as friends with benefits. She was aromantic and never interested in a relationship, but she loved sex as much as he did.
"Excuse me, ma'am, where can I see a kangaroo?" He asked.
She spun around with a smile on her face. Her cornflower blue eyes glistened in the sunlight.
"Luke!" She squealed.
She jumped up into his arms and hugged him tightly.
"Nice to see you too, Quillie," he chuckled.
"I missed you," she said.
"You missed my dick," he said.
"Well, yeah. Can you blame me?" She asked.
"Where to?" He asked.
"I moved recently. I live around the corner," she said.
She grabbed his hand and he followed her. She literally lived just around the corner. She had bought a nice, little row house at the end of the row.
"Don't worry. The bedroom is on the side with no adjoined house. We can be as loud as we want. Besides, the walls are pretty thick here," she said.
He smirked at her and she reached a hand forward to grab his crotch.
"Hey!" He laughed. "Let's get inside first."
She unlocked the door and let him in. She was over him right away. She kissed him and pulled him to the living room where she pushed him down on the couch.
"What if I want a tour of your new place?" He asked jokingly.
"Later," she said. "I need your dick right now. It's been too long."
She opened his jeans and freed his dick. She jumped up to straddle him still with her long, laced up boots on. Her mini skirt slid up and she pulled her thong aside before sliding down on him. He grabbed her ass and pierced her skin with his nails.
"Fuck, yes!" She moaned. "Tear me apart, Luke. Make me bleed."
She worked her hips to perfection while his nails ran over her ass and thighs. She loved pain and he was happy to deliver it. She bounced on him faster and faster. Her walls caved in and he once again pressed his nails into her soft buttocks as hard as he could. She cried out and he followed her over the edge. She rested her forehead on his shoulder for a few seconds before raising her head and grinning at him.
"Welcome to my new home," she said.
"Nice home, Quillie," he chuckled. "Am I allowed to see the bedroom?"
"Of course. I just couldn't wait. You're sleeping in there tonight," she said.
"Am I now?" He smirked.
"Don't give me that. I already know you didn't book a hotel. You never do when you come through here," she said.
"You just fuck me too good for me to ever say no," he said.
"I know," she laughed. "And so do you."
She jumped off him and her mini skirt fell down and covered her again. He loved when she wore mini skirts and she knew it. It always turned him on even more if those skirts stayed on her while they were fucking.
"Anyway, how does coffee sound?" She asked.
"Coffee?" He asked.
"Yeah, you know, coffee. Black liquid that you might like with some cream or sugar."
"I drink it black," he said.
"I know," she said. "Let me put on a pot and then I can show you the house while it's brewing."