I want so much to lick at the droplets running over your bronzed skin. You turn your back to me not saying anything. You're angry at me and I don't kn...w why, it should be the other way round. You called me lazy In bed... I admit I was before, but I've changed. I've realized that I need to give back to not loose you, but by the way you're acting now I think I already have. I start to panic, but then you drop the towel. Beads of water running down your back, over your tattoo. I watch the droplets. The screen in front of him was a simplerepeating geometric pattern. It was a fractal that zoomed in on itself,revealing its infinite nature. The pattern didn’t matter. It distractedthe mind. Occasionally, a cock dripping cum would flash barely in thepattern. Joe’s conscious mind would never pick it up. His eyes wouldbarely register it. But his subconscious found it and latched on to it.The simple pulsing music played in headphones. It was more of a hum thanstatic; much like listening to a. The taste of blood in her mouth felt as if it would never go away. Bur when she had stood, triumphant and bleeding all over her fallen rival, and with all the others, except for the angry Forster cheering her wildly, crowding around her to clap her on the back and then raise her shoulder high in triumph, she had felt on top of the world, raising her battered arms in an ecstasy of jubilation. Then she had broken free of the rest and embraced a delighted and crying Annie. As clasped and was. "„Aha"„Aber jetzt musste du noch mal das von vorhin machen. Das mit deiner Hand!"Dabei lächelte sie ihn freundlich an, lehnt sich zurück und spreizte ihre langen Beine. Ihre Möse glänzte vor Nässe. Die Schamlippen wie auch der Kitzler war stark geschwollen und schimmerten rot. „OK."Er beugte sich zu ihr herüber, schob ihr wie vorhin Ring- und Mittelfinger in die Möse. Zeigefinger und der kleine Finger zeigten Richtung Boden. Ohne Übergang begann er mit den fast schon brutalen, sehr schnellen.