He was taller than her, maybe 5'8" or so, which she considered a great "fit" for her 5'4" frame. He had dark hair, brown eyes, and more tattoos than a...yone she had ever seen before, and he instantly turned her on.Without saying a word, he started dancing with her, their bodies instantly working together in unison, feeling the rhythm more than hearing it, and she decided to turn on her sexuality and moved her body in to his. His eyes showed a bit of surprise but he didn't back away. The next. Like a marionette with strings cut, Odile and her freshly broken limbs were thrown back and forth against buildings and lamp-posts: a fresh spurt of blood breaking forth after each collision. If by some miracle there was still a breath of life in her this was surely extinguished when the walls of a house propelled across the street along which she'd a moment ago been walking crushed her shattered body against the walls of another and she was buried under several tons of rubble. Her skull was. It was Rajat – a sweet co-worker with a typical chocolate boy looks who happened to join our team while we were doing an ad assignment for a lingerie brand. He was an empathetic guy whom you could talk to for hours on end. One could pour her heart out to him & he would always give you a patient hearing. He had joined our team only recently but we had developed such a rapport that it seemed we knew each other since ages. In a short time span we came so close that we knew each other like the back. I didn’t like the smell or the consistency, which I saw as being a bit like raw egg white! *A joke I’d been told many years before was `how do you stop a woman from swallowing’? `Marry her’! This had been the case with my wife who when keen and eager at the beginning always did it, but further into our relationship it ceased. But after smelling my own cum and bottling out of tasting it, I kind if saw her point!* Anyway, here I was about to be confronted with his cum, which I feared but at the.