As she leaned forward to spit again and rinse her mouth, her pussy was practically in my face, wet and pink. My eyebrows shot up and I looked up in th... mirror. She was watching me.She smiled, shut the water off and wiped her mouth with a facecloth. "You up early, or up late?" Oh, uhm, I had a bad dream and woke up. Heard a noise in here, I thought you were…" David. Yeah, I could tell." She brushed the cloth around her neck. "A bad dream, huh? What kind of dream? I'm pretty good with dream. Still, we went out with a bang, that’s for goddamn sure… It was a crazy night and I was ready to get wild again. Really fucking wild and Red, my own personal ‘evil fuck’, was the perfect man to feed my need. It stated out with him dusting my nipples with coke and then sucking them clean while I was sprawled out on the coffee table, trying to wrap my legs around his waist in a sexual frenzy, begging him to fuck me, giggling madly. Yeah, I was high too. Not as high as I could have been, but high. Then I began shaking even more, but she kept at it like it was nothing.I clearly noticed her smiling, too, so she milked a little more sexiness. My twat was on fire, but I still didn't allow my orgasm to put it out. I nearly felt like she was fucking me so well that I couldn't have one. She wooed me more in the short time down on her knees, than Sean ever had, and it just became like too much for me.Nevertheless, she still managed to make me cry, as, in the gratification, it was so good that I. There was no explosion or sound and Heather tore off the paper to reveal a piece of black fabric on top of a small box.Scowling and unsure, even more, Heather took the black thin fabric and unfurled it, before gasping – it was a designer dress decorated with crystals and almost certainly worth hundreds of pounds. So what just was it doing in her flat addressed to her?Holding the garment up to the mirror and placing it over her front, she forgot about the box it sat on and as she slipped herself.