In her mind she was trying hard to fight it, trying hard not to let him see how easily he could pleasure but she already knew it was a lost cause. He ...urled the tips of his fingers inside her pussy. It was all he needed to do. She cried out loud as her climax hit, her breath escaping her lips in short, ragged, animal like grunts as she rocked back and forth on his fingers. He eased back and she moved with him, her body slumped against his as she tried to recover. He lifted her face so he could. There’s an entire universe of sparkling, rippling mystery hiding in Fiona’s green-flecked irises.On this crazy Greek hilltop that’s somehow been transported to the French West Indies, there is myth and magic and erotic mystery all rolled into one incomprehensible moment. A moment that begins with Fiona’s soulful eyes flashing like emeralds in the moonlight. Then turns on a dime as they grow darker than coffee. Darker than chocolate. Darker than night itself.And it’s not just Fiona’s eyes.. After all these years of reading, I finally decided to break the ice by posting my story. This is my first post here. Kindly let me know by giving your precious feedback.To start with my story, this took place in February of this year. Her name was Gloria (name changed), 5 ft 8 inches tall, fair in color and belongs to a Malayalee family. She has big boobs, and fit belly and round ass. She was born and brought up in Bahrain. As she was born and brought up abroad, her physical education classes. Kelly tossed something onto Corey's bare stomach that landed with a wet slap. It was cold and somewhat gelatinous feeling, but warmed quickly to his body heat."What do you think that is?" Kelly asked."It feels like silly putty," Corey said honestly, trying to crane his neck to see the substance. One of the musclemen removed it before he could."Not quite," Kelly explained. "It's something our bioengineering division cooked up. A completely gene-neutral polymer. It will take on the genetic.