She swiftly tiptoed up the stairs, like a floating ballerina and he followed suit from below, bounding upward, two steps at a time.Flinging open the f...rst door in sight she stepped into a dark room, the moonlight falling upon a pile of coats on top of a bed in front of her. Leaving lights off she stepped forwards against the bed, in a shaft of pale moonlight.Not a second later he entered the room, steeping right up behind her, breathing heavily against her neck, drinking in her smell.The sound. "Then let's resume this in the wash room." she replies. Her voice is filled with desire and I watch as she jumps from her chair and heads towards the back of the bar. A couple of minutes later I follow her. When he leaned over to whispier in my ear I could smell his cologne. He smelled great and I knew that we had to get out of here. He suggested that we take this somewhere else and a wave of excitement surges through my body as I tell him to meet me in the wash room. I stand up and. My member slipped between the lips and her wetness replaced friction with effortless ecstasy for us. Lailla bent to kiss me, an act which she had not done in bed before this. My lips burned against hers. The little sigh that slipped from her throat opened her mouth. Her tongue slipped against my lips and felt the rougher texture of my skin. The sensation was wonderful, and she forced her tongue deeper and deeper until it met with mine’. I groaned, and the sound lifted her to a new height of. " But Mala," the young woman replied wearily, "I am so tired. I need to rest." I understand, my dear girl, but if you stop now you are going to die." I do not want to die," she mumbled."Then do not. It is up to you. Now wake up, Sala. WAKE UP!"Sala's head jerked up, a jolt passing through her body as once again she felt the cold, her mind shocked back into awareness. Must keep going, she told herself, fighting for control of her quaking body. Do it for Jakal.As she tried to refocus, something.