Nicole was still typing away, and she took no notice of him, as per his command. Dylan threw his clothes onto the floor, and looked down at his phone....��Make her able to notice me,” Dylan commanded, before looking at her. “Um, hi Nicole.”“Matt? What the fuck!?” She exclaimed as she saw him. “What are you doing here!? Why are you naked?”“To fuck you,” Dylan replied, looking down at his phone. “Make her obey anything I say. And make no-one disturb us here.”“Yes Dylan.”“Who’s that, Matt?” Nicole. And to top it off, she is aroused. She can feel the slippery wetness of her arousal between her folds as she paces. And empty. Empty in the pit of her stomach, in the core of her being. A vision of that bed unmade, tossed about by a torrid, passionate coupling — pillows flung around, mattress askew — assails her imagination. That is the way this could have ended, she laments. But just as quickly, she scolds herself, What is wrong with me? I am a woman of the 21st century. I am not chased down. My legs stiffened. I held her by her hair and buried her face in my pussy and came inside her mouth with a scream, “Tammie dii….”. She drank all my juice. She kept licking me which sent electric pulses down my spine.We both lied there, breathless for a few mins. Tammie got up and sat beside me. As the scene in the movie ended, she stopped it and looked at me. We both saw each other in the eyes and slow drew closer and locked in a deep kiss. It was not the lusty one, but a very passionate and. I see you pulling me into your high school dark room for a quick kiss. I see you leading me through the crowds at our college festival. I see all these things, and the bet is forgotten. ‘Lukas,’ I tell you, ‘make love to me.’ Your hand clasps the back of my neck and pulls me to you. Your kiss is fire engulfing my whole life. I get goose bumps as your hands once more move slowly down my sides, your thumbs catching beneath the hems of my shirt, sliding it slowly up and over my head. Every inch of.