twist of time (18+)

Forty-Six

Morning came and the studio window in front of her glowed with light.  Princess lifted her body from the bed, slowly stood up and walked to the table. Her finger lifted up to her lips, stroked it slowly.

She ran from the club as soon as she gained control and then masturbated for hours. What a fool. Fairy was trying too hard to get laid anyway. Disgusting.

The teenage walked gracefully.

Stupid girl. When will she learn that we need sex badly? We are human. Human is a sex animal. We don't need sin nor we need God. God never helps at the time we need him the most and sin just make us mad with guilt.

Sighing, the girl walked to the drawer, rummaging until she found some clothing article. Her mind went back to the event two weeks ago.

Driving them out just when we need men badly.  My effort and Fairy to get them went to trash. And stupid fucking Fairy. She should never say that we could fuck a homeless. I wouldn't let us. Ever. Who would want a sauce of STD virus? Not me.

Flicking her black hair, she went back to the mirror and try the clothing.

I know they will be back. And I know how to get them back without even leaving this forsaken room. Unlike the two teenagers, I am mature and old enough to do this.

She smiled to herself.

And she wouldn't even know.

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Turning on the slow music, the girl reached to her hair and pulled it aside in front of the mirror. Parting her lips slightly, she drew a series of flower on her neck, slowly she opened her shoulder and drew some more. Feeling his eyes fixed upon her, her heartbeat quickened as she strokes her shoulder and closes her eyes, as she moved a cube of ice around the flower on her neck and back, bit her lips imagining his lips on that area. The cube melted as her body heat increases.

She lifted her kimono on her thigh, and as she drew another series of flower from the knee to her thigh.

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Blake smiled as he turned on his phone and found a video message on his chat text. "I know you'll miss me," He said, grinning cheerfully as he nudged his best friend that slept beside him. "I think she will cry in front of us, begging us to be back beside her."  Still smiled widely, he clicked the video and froze.

Behind a sheer fabric, he saw the, oh so familiar Korean girl turned her back to the camera, as if unaware of it. He felt like peeping Tom as he watched it. The short white silk kimono of the Korean girl skewed to reveal a part of her shoulder, while her hand drew a series of black flowers on her nape with a blade dipped on black tint. She moved to reveal her feet, then at her naked knee, she drew another chain of small little cute flowers and up to her thigh.

Blake held his breath as she drew dangerously near her waist.

It is as if she doesn't wear anything behind the kimono.

Her long tresses flowed like a black river that flowed from her head to front.

Slowly with the beat of the music, she took the blade and drew it higher to her waist. She sighed and laid her side on the floor, draw some more flowers on her waist, while the silky kimono fell, exposing her nude from waist to feet, just barely covered with g string.

Blake gulped, as the girl stroked a big brush, slowly from her knee, swirled it slowly on her slender thigh, and up to her waist as it oozes clear and rather thick liquid.  She straightened her back and fold herself, her kimono back to her body, and licked the liquid on her shin, stroke it off with her hand as her lips parted.

She sat down and as she moved the brush on her neck, oozing more liquid that trickled down her cleavage. She open and closed her eyes in pleasure as she moved the brush up and down the neck. The kimono opened, gaping a single long window from neck to the lacy g string.

Blake tightened his grips on the table, his knuckle whitened as she parted her lips, closed her eyes and slipped the brush over the kimono on her chest. The camera zoomed in slightly and he could see the kimono slipped slowly, pushed away by the brush. His breath raced as the brush went and trickled honey down her hill, while he could clearly see her chest rising rapidly as her breath ragged. Her body arched as she moved the brush slowly over the tattoed flower around her nipple, blurred by the sheer fabric in front of the camera. It zoomed out again slowly and Blake could see her caressing her own beautiful perky mounds from the side, her breath hitched as she leaned to the wall.

His eyes entranced as she moved her brushed lower, gasped as he saw her swirling the brush over her belly button and down.  And he bit his lips as his finger zipped open his pants and slipped his finger inside as he felt a bulge underneath him throbbed and threatened to burst.

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Princess felt a moisture on her g string start to drip out and bit her lips. Her heart beat running wild as she gave up, leaning on the wall, she brushed her nipples with circling movements, the soft bristles stimulated her and send a burst of heat down her core escaping a moan.

Her hips bucked as she slipped one finger up and down her slit, and felt her juice on her own finger, no longer care where the camera was, embarrassment sent aside as she slipped her finger inside, her breath in gasps as she continued the movement faster.

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Blake's eyes fixed on the screen, as he lubed himself. As she traced her hands under her stomach, he caressed his hard manhood as she caressed her breast and moved her other finger around her slit, and when she thrust her finger in, he gripped himself hard, moving in sync with her as she pumped her hand, stabbed her slit several times, as she uttered a high pitched ah with each thrust. Together they hike the hill of pleasure until she cried on the phone and he gasped as he squirted on his boxer. Her breath ragged as she turned off the camera, and Blake slumped to his side.

He whispered.

"Stupid girl, I won't be as easy to get as you think I am. Tease me and burn yourself as burnt and crisp as you want, but I won't give you the satisfaction."

He sniggered.

"I will make you come to me, begging for me and my forgiveness under my knee. Then I will consider coming back"

He walked to the bathroom, feeling a dire need of a cold icy shower.