But all thoughts of her boyfriend had long since fled from her mind, and deep down inside, something whispered that this was all so right. Out of all...the homes in The Hague she could have climbed into, she’d climbed into the window of Jan van Es for a reason…and that this was that very reason. Who was Jan van Es? How had he known how to tap into every dirty thought and sexual fantasy she had never ever permitted herself? She’d never allowed her sexual side to develop beyond what was. Her pert pink nipples, so perfectly placed as if to be screaming out to be kissed, be licked.. My mind wandered, and my cock began to throb and stiffen. I thought again of waking her up and pulling her close to me, but this time the thoughts were much more lustful, stemming from a more baser instinct. Still, I resolved to let her sleep, allowing myself to place a kiss on her forehead as I brought the sheets back around her shoulders. Another sleepy incoherent mumbling, this time with a. In deep, hesitate, he eased it back in I began working my head in small circles and increased the suction. He moaned, stroked again hesitated, I began bobbing on that monster rod, getting it wet, slobbering on it he was talking as he fucked my face, again, and again until he to went up on his toes took a deep breath and let out a moan tha had to be heard in the hallways. He filled my mouth, I swallowed, and again, and he refilled me again. "Lord have mercy, he finally said, and pulled his. In the bedroom, Nathan offered her one of his t-shirts and basketball shorts as usual. She always took the t-shirt but never the shorts, complaining that they were too uncomfortable to sleep in as they fell more to her ankles than to her knees. And then again, another tradition. He always shut off the light and got into bed while she finished in the bathroom and then she’d come to bed in the dark, never wanting him to see her in her underwear since she’d refused the shorts he offered. Tonight.