Wendy was on her third orgasm as she let him cum inside her. Wendy saw him a couple more times, beginning to trim her pubic hair to make it easier for...him to pleasure her orally, which she really enjoyed.All the attention from this young guy awakened something inside Wendy. She knew what it was like now and he wasn't going to be around for the whole time so Wendy had to find another guy. The weather was getting warmer and she had managed to get a consultancy role out of her home town where. I lifted her and carried her to the door and let her down, and gave her a final kiss.I knew she had a boyfriend. Or at least a love that she could never let go. Even tonight, even in my arms. It was a fragile love that only the ones who are broken to pieces understand. Such a love cannot be replaced or replicated. Just like how a thread cannot join a cloth again. She was a thread and so was I. Isolated, with the memories of something that will probably never happen again.The next day, we met. The club owner had approved of my activity and actually pushed me to get wild, since word would get around and it would improve his gate. I began doing a few private champagne room dances and it wasn’t long before one of my big spending fans made an offer for me to fuck him. I obliged and had his pants down and his cock in my mouth after just one song. I was bouncing on his stiff member by the time the second song had begun and by the end of the third song, I was squatting over my hand, letting. Thump. Five thousand, three hundred and forty-nine beats. When you realize you can’t hear your heart anymore, can’t feel it hammering against your ribs, sanity starts to slip. “Slip, slip, slip,” tiny voices tease, “just like the rest of us.” Five thousand, three hundred and forty-nine lies. “Do you see now? Do you, do you, do you?” Yes. I can. I’m sorry. I try to mean it. I really do. But this nightmare is pulling me apart. “No. No you aren’t, you trashy harpy!” they singsong. As if any of.