Søren AasWhat Color Are My Eyes
It hadn't happened like that though. At first he had loved her. As he opened his throat at her request, keeping eye contact with her at all times, as she desired.
They had dated in cars on deserted parking lots for a long time. Once the battery in her Nissan went flat after keeping the heating on for hours while they talked about nothings stealing fleeting touches.
Her smile and laughter resonating. His knees hurting as he knelt before her. She sat on the slut red faux leather bar stool. His head almost touching her thighs spread before him, her skirt hiked up. He lost himself looking up into her eyes at some point, gazing into her black holes long enough to forget their color. To forget what was just under his nose.
She was slipping out the pink tentacle. Her labia failing to grip the wet silicone, until they kissed shut. The tip glistening. We will keep trying this, until your reflex is under my control. His breath caught at the end as he bent his head and uttered "Yes, King". She giggled.
Do you love and/or hate me she hissed. He winced. Don't answer that sweetie, she perfectly timed. When did you start loving me for real, she said in her girly voice. I no longer remember a time when I didn't, my Grace.
Goood Boy she beamed.
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