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~~~warning: slight sexual activity and violence.
MY FINGERS SLOWLY trail down and finally they reach where I want them, inside my figa. I moan lowly when they made contact with my wet folds.
The sight of Aristide bending over the desk, the perky ass that urge me once at least once to spank roughly and rub the swollen cheeks. My face looks like a boiled egg ready to come out from the hotpot. I open the gateway to my orgasm. My sharp nails scratch the mound while my other hand works across my bosom. I circle the stiff bud and pull it harshly earning a moan out for myself.
My nudity is well hidden from the white plain curtain as no such worry of being caught is now a matter in my hand. Now, my only concern is the orgasm that I always need to handle whenever I play that tough superior game. The way he tried to act or better exposed his second personality damped my panties.
Now the question arises, who will be killing each other and be the ruler in bed?
The slow strokes soon turn into ramming inside, hitting the accurate locations where I want them. I imagine his thick meat which hung like a fucking pendulum making my figa wet, soaking up the vaginal walls which soon force out the essence making me sigh in relief.
I flick my clitoris once again and wash my body, more like scrubbing the nether regions.
Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, a shadow quickly passes by. I turn around only to find a blank space.
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The blades I keep furnished are tucked nicely underneath the soft pillows which soon get into work when two shadows reflect from either side of the darkroom.
Being a light sleeper, even a soft tap of someone's shoes alerts my brain and so the same thing arises here.
Clothes were never an obstacle to my sleep, I always keep extra sleepwear cause I sleep naked like pulled out from birth. My body is already been drenched in marks and burns and now new lines shall be carved and maybe I might get my death note soon.
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