He was the quiet guy, some would even call him shy, but nevertheless, here he was, right in the midst of this erotic toy shop, surrounded by strange l...oking devices, that he didn't even know the name of, and their sight alone was enough to make him blush.It was his first time in a Sex Shop, but when this one, "The Magic of Sex", opened right next to his apartment, he somehow entered it, although he didn't even remember deciding to do so. It was almost as if his feet had made the decision for. The girl was there. She was a distant cousin of my cousin who worked in an MNC and looked so sexy with cat-like eyes. Her body must have been shaped by the hands of an artist. The protruding breasts stood at a tall 34 and the waist clinched beautifully at 30, to give way to a gorgeous heavy ass. In all my wet dreams after that, I call her my diva because that’s what she was.To be honest, the night was very uneventful until the seating arrangements were announced. Because of the small house and. Using my grip on her hair, I guided her down to her knees. She knelt at my feet without question, staring up at me with starving eyes. “My pants, slave,” I ordered. My girl hastily undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants. As she slid my zipper down, I caught sight of her eyes staring up into mine, glossy and bright with lust, the intensity of her need and desire laid bare in those shining, dark brown orbs. And then my pants were undone, and she gripped my black boxer-briefs and slipped them. I was in awe as I observed her attire: a black Chinese-style V-neck blouse with a deep cut that revealed a lot of her cleavage (from the view that I had, I was guessing that her bust size was 34DD), a short blue skirt with an unusually long slit, a pair of honey-colored pantyhose, and was sporting a pair of black leather, thick-heeled designer shoes. Her burnt red hair was untangled and pretty straight, though short, but it only added to the fatal attraction that was Mina. ‘Going to the mall.