She felt so horny she holed me tight and for first time in my lifetime a girl kept her hand on my dick. That feel of her hand on my dick gave me a ins...ant erect. She loves chocolates. She snottily said this looks like a dark chocolate. I said it is more than that. She was not leaving my dick as first time she was pressing and I feel like she was testing and she was playing with it.Now I said her to kiss it. She rejected how can I kiss it. Then I made her to sleep on bed now holding her legs. I was already dead andno longer belonged here among the living, no matter how much I mightwish otherwise.But just then, a new figure stepped around the corner and into view.He was tall and wearing a suit of very familiar black armor that causedme to gasp at the sight. I felt a cold chill run down my spine at thesight of Knight Fall...my murderer. That quickly turned to ragethough, especially when I saw the sword in his hand that was identicalto the one I was holding. However he was holding. Her eyes are a very deep brown colour, the kind you find yourself lost inside if you look in to. She has very long black eyelashes and she has a little bit of make up on, not much, just enough for her gorgeous eyes to stand out a little. Her lips look so smooth and soft, I find myself fantasizing about kissing them. “Miss Anderson?” she asks. I quickly jump back to reality, feeling slightly embarrassed. “That's me,” I reply with a bashful smile on my face. 'I hope she didn't notice that I. "But… How many…?" I asked weakly.She looked at the ceiling briefly. "Maybe twenty," she said, watching my reaction closely. I nodded. "But we're puzzled by something." She started to walk around me slowly, heels echoing in the empty space. "We can't decide whether or not you have had personal experience of the things you write about."When she was standing in front of me again, she prompted for an answer by raising her eyebrows. "Well, some," I muttered, "but not as extreme as…", I looked up and.