So, dark that it’s black, I could barely tell if my eyes were truly open without reaching towards my face and feeling the flutter of my lashes again...t my fingertips. Where I am being unknown, just as well as why I’m here.The only thing I do know is that I’m not alone. I can feel the presence of someone else in the room or space with me. No matter how hard I strain or squint I can’t see anyone though, not even my own hand. The room appears limitless in its own existence. Could there be more than. But she knew she had to shit, so off to the bathroom she went. She did her thing and then went to the shower. “I don’t want a cold shower,” she thought, “how will they know?” So, she took a nice warm shower and did shave her pussy. They would know if she didn’t do that.She found some decent clothes to wear and put them on. A skirt that came to just above her knees, with buttons from top to bottom and a very conservative blouse. Nothing sexy at all and definitely not sheer. She didn’t want. Yeeeooowwwww."She gushed a lot of juice all over my face while she was coming. She had hardly finished, when she slid down my body and impaled herself on my cock. To say she was wet and ready would be a gross understatement. The feeling of her cunt, moving up and down on my cock, was silky, slimy, hot, and terribly exciting. Especially when she told me to close my eyes and remember how she looked, when Henrik fucked her on the sofa.When she could feel I was getting very close, she stopped. My legs began to shake to the point of not holding myself up anymore. My clit was pulsing in and out severely in an erotic rush as my orgasm finally reached its destination. Leaning back just slightly enough to feel my clit with my fingers and also let my firm breasts protrude with their hard pink centers, I closed my eyes and let the moment fill me. The long drawn out moan released loudly from my horizontal lips, eclipsed the air of my bedroom in a sexual roar. My body began to convulse with.