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He breaks the kiss, trailing hot, wet kisses down her neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin, leaving love marks that will last for days.

Cherrie arches her back, offering herself to him, her hands running down his broad back to cup his firm ass, and pulling him against her.

Azazel's hands roam, squeezing and caressing Cherrie's soft, curvy body. He worships her breasts, mouth suckling on her hard nipples, his tongue swirling and teeth gently biting as he elicits moan after moan from her. His hand slides down her flat stomach, his fingers dipping into her wetness, coating them with her juices before moving lower to gently circle her tight asshole.

"Oh fuck, Azazel," Cherrie whispers, her head falling back as she pants. "You know I'm yours to take. Every hole, baby. Use me however you want."

Smiling against her skin, Azazel inserts a finger into her tight hole, feeling her clench around him. He scissors and twists his finger, stretching and preparing her as she bucks her hips, desperate for more. He adds another finger, repeating the same motion.

"That's it, right there," Cherrie urges, her voice hoarse with need. "Fuck my ass, Azazel. Claim me."

Azazel growls his approval as he lines up his thick cock with her tight entrance. He pushes slowly, feeling her resistance give way as he buries himself balls-deep in her ass. Cherrie cries out, a mixture of pleasure and pain crossing her face as she adjusts to his size. He gives her a moment to accommodate his size before beginning to move, slowly at first, then with increasing speed and force. He hammers into her, the bed creaking with the force of his thrusts as his hands grip her hips, guiding his cock in and out of her tight heat.

Cherrie's nails dig into the bedsheets, her head thrashing from side to side as she pants. "Oh yes, yes! Harder, baby, harder!"

His pace quickens, the slapping of skin on skin filling the room along with their grunts and moans. Azazel leans forward, his lips finding Cherrie's ear as he whispers, "You like it when I fuck your ass, baby? You like it when I claim you like this?" "Yes, oh fuck yes!" Cherrie cries out, her body on the edge. "I'm yours, Azazel, only yours. Mark me, take me, own me!"

His hand snakes between them, his fingers finding her swollen clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he pounds into her ass. "Cum for me, my little slut," he growls.

Cherrie screams as the orgasm hits her, her body shaking uncontrollably as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Azazel feels her ass clench around him, milking his cock, and it’s all the encouragement he needs. With a few more powerful thrusts, he unleashes his own orgasm, his seed spraying deep into her ass. Collapsing onto Cherrie, Azazel pants, his foreheadresting against hers as they both struggle to catch their breath. "You're amazing, baby," he whispers, his hand gently stroking her hair. "Mine, all mine."

Cherrie smiles, her fingers tracing patterns on his muscular back. "Yours, always," she agrees, her voice still breathy from their passionate encounter.

"Now, let's clean this up and get out of here." With a wicked glint in his eye, Azazel leans in for one more kiss, their lips locking in a passionate embrace that promise more depraved delights to come.

Chapter Six

A Match Made In Mayhem

The couple sets their sight on the next city, eager to leave the remnants of their passionate encounter far behind. The night air is crisp and cold, offering a stark contrast to the heat that still lingers between them. Cherrie, her blue eyes sparkling with mischievous delight, glances over at Azazel. Her heart races with a mix of excitement and anticipation. She loves the way his strong, calloused hands grip the steering wheel, his green eyes flicking between the road and her–a silent promise of more pleasures to come.

Azazel’s face is illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard, and can’t suppress a smirk when he catches Cherrie's lustful gaze. He loves the way her curvy frame melts into the passenger seat, her brown hair tumbling over her shoulders, hiding the wicked thoughts that dance behind her eyes. "Baby, I can still taste him on you," Azazel murmurs, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. "You know I love it when you get all wild and dirty. It just makes me want to claim you all over again." Azazel groans.

Cherrie's heart skips a beat, and she reaches over, covering his hand with hers. "I know, Az. You know I live for the moments when you lose control. It's like setting a wild beast free. And I love being yours in every way possible." Their fingers intertwine, a silent pact, as the miles slip by unnoticed. The weight of their shared secrets and desires hang heavy between them, an unspoken bond that only serves to intensify their passion.

As the night wears on, they pull into a deserted rest-stop, the hum of the highway a constant backdrop to their illicit activities. They work together to dispose of Jake's body, their movements practiced and efficient, a testament to their shared past. Under the cover of darkness, they drag the body into the surrounding forest, leaving it hidden and anonymous. With the deed done, they return to the car, their breath forming clouds in the chilly air.

Cherrie snuggles closer to Azazel, seeking his warmth and protection. He wraps an arm around her, pulling her close, his body a shield against the night. "I've got you, baby," he whispers, his lips grazing her ear. "We're in this together, always. No one can tear us apart."

Cherrie's eyes glisten with unshed tears while she nodded, burrowing deeper into his embrace. "I know, Az. It's just... It's a lot sometimes. The things we do, the lives we lead... It's not exactly normal."

Azazel chuckles, his breath warm against her skin. "Normal is overrated, Cherrie. We live by our own rules, and that's what makes it so damn exciting. Besides, who wants to be normal when we can be extraordinary together?" She smiles, her fears melting away under the intensity of his gaze.

"You're right, as always. I wouldn't want this life with anyone else but you."

Their lips meet in a fierce kiss, a promise and a seal of their unspoken pact. The passion that has been simmering betweenthem ignite once more, the car becoming a mobile haven for their desires.

The next morning, they awake to the soft glow of dawn, the rest stop now bustling with early commuters and travelers. Cherrie stretches, her body luxuriating in the memory of the night's activities. She glances over at Azazel, his muscular frame relaxing as he stirs from sleep. "Morning, beautiful." He grunts, reaching for her to pull her close. "I hope you're ready for another adventure because I have a feeling this next city is going to be a wild ride."

Cherrie's eyes sparkle with anticipation. "I'm always ready for whatever life throws our way, Az. Especially when it involves you." As they prepare to hit the road again, the memories of the night before lingering like a heady perfume, they embrace the unknown with open arms.

The sun rises higher, bathing the landscape in golden light, a stark contrast to the darkness that resides within them. The open road stretches before them, a metaphor for their unfettered and unconventional lives.

With each mile, they leave behind a piece of their past, forging ahead towards new thrills and experiences that only their twisted minds could conjure. As they near their destination, a bustling metropolis, Cherrie and Azazel blend into the urban landscape, anonymous among the millions. They check into a nondescript motel, a temporary haven in their chaotic lives.

"So, baby, what do you have planned for us in this city?" Cherrie asks, her eyes sparkling with anticipation while she kicks off her shoes, relaxing against the headboard. "I know you always have something up your sleeve."

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