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[She's a bitch always]
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💘Rachel & Carmen💘
(18+)(GxG)(GL)(BDSM)
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Well, what can you do when she is a bitch always?
That is something for both of you to decide?
Mayhap, or Mayhap not?
Why...
***This woman that I have been wanting so badly, would she become mine soon***
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~Carmen~
The first thing your mind registered was neither the knife in her hands or the surprised expression on her face. It was the thin clothes that covered her nakedness below her open robe. The robe and the thin straps of the silk nightgown were inconsistent on her shoulders, falling down her right shoulder blade the moment she put down the hands that held the knife. The motion lifted her full heavy breasts enticingly. You could feel the heat that traveled through your body, zealous and instantaneous as you took a step forward, towards her.
"You?" She said to you in disbelief. You halted, not at her words but at the actions that followed it. It was the very thing that currently prevented you from taking her into your hands. She had raised her hands again and was unconsciously pointing at you... with the knife in her hands. You simply pointed at the knife in her hands.
"Do I seem this dangerous to you?" You asked her. Her eyes followed your gesture to the weapon in her hands. She looked between you and the weapon and his it behind her nervously.
"It's late," she defended herself slowly with a pout.
"I know. I would have called but stupid me forgot to collect your contact information."
"I see," she said. A moment of silence between the both of you. And then you spoke.
"Do your guest usually stand outside and converse with you Miss Rachel?" She was instantly flustered at your question. She smiled shyly.
"Ah... No they don't. Forgive my manners, do come in." She backed away from the door thereby making space for you to go through. You silently stepped into her home. You heard her close the door behind you. You turned at the sound and stared at her who had just turned away from the door. Both of you stared at each other silently.
"Why are you here?" She asked you, breaking the silence. You didn't speak for a while in an attempt to gather your thoughts.
"I am here, to see you Miss Rachel," you said after a while. She said nothing after your words, only nodding in understanding -although you felt that it wasn't so.
"Now you have seen me, have you not?" She suddenly asked, raising her head which has remained lowered since after the slight nod she had given you earlier.
"I wouldn't say I have seen you Miss Rachel because I have actually not done so," was your instant reply to her. She stared at you on puzzlement.
"What do you mean by that?" She asked then.
"I have yet to see you properly Miss Rachel. I will do so from this moment onwards." Your gazes locked for a moment before you shifted them to her open robe and her naked collarbones and down to the outline of her breast against the thin fabric of silk. Her eyes followed your gaze and she moved to tie the robe up after flushing a deep pink. You were standing before her in one stride, your hands stopping hers from doing so. She looked up at you quizzically. The question 'What?' was written in the brown of her eyes. "Don't tie it up," you said to her.
"Why?" Her voice was soft with want, melodious and seducing, music to your ears.
