What? The mystery man. four, five times in the past two months? She flushed the toilet, and looked at herself in the mirror which covered the wall be...ind the sinks. The nightlight was enough. Her hair was a mess. She was hot, almost to the point of being sweaty. Her skin was flushed in red splotches, and her cunt was. needy. She reached a hand between her legs. She remembered her dream in a haze and entered it gently. Her body was on the bed, and his cock spread her wide as it entered. She was. ..“You gave me a gift, many years ago,” you whisper, and your throat feels tight. “I squandered it like a fool.” She had told you then, that would happen too. You did not believe her. You were young. Inspired. Immortal. But as the words squirm past your lips, they become the reality of your curse, shaped like a curved dagger. It's lust and loss, striking together. Your body folds on itself. Your forehead hits the floor. In the pose of a praying man you wait, while your ungraceful cock pulses. She had worn a sleeveless salwar and tights underneath revealing her thighs and legs shape. She flaunted them with perfection. She was not fat nor too slim, just about right. With average-sized boobs hanging from the salwar and her ass revealed through her leggings shaping. Dusky in complexion. It just added to the sexiness factor in her. It was enough for an instant hard on. We greeted each other and got to know more. She was a nice company, to begin with. As two three days went by, we. She turned to him, and he took her in his arms, kissing her. Jeffrey couldn't believe it; the mechanism of love had started and wouldn't be stopped. Cheryl's tongue probed Jeffrey's lips, and then poked its way inside. She ran her tongue all around his mouth, blissfully around and underneath his tongue, then back into her own mouth. Jeffrey welcomed the invitation, and slipped his tongue inside her. He could hear them both breathing, and could feel her tits pressing against his chest. His hands.