That meant Elsa had to go shopping. So at night, instead of staying up and looking at the skin like she used to, she covered her own skin with makeup,...scented it with perfume, and accented it with fabrics. And then she went out and met people who had muscle and sinew and bone beneath their skin, people with beating hearts and quick minds and strong bodies. She talked with them, drank with them, danced with them (skin touching skin in the dark corners of clubs and bars…). Then they went home and. After hours of pleasuring her and only dry-humping her leg, I unleashed myself upon her, kissing her and pulling her hips into mine with every thrust. As I was about to cum, she told me to stop, feeling my pace slowing as I edged towards orgasm. I unstrapped her and she bent over in the middle of the bed, bracing herself against the headboard with both hands, her gorgeous tits dangling below her and her pink pussy begging to be fucked. I kneeled behind her and used my hand to rub the head of my. As he held her close, she could feel that he already had a major erection. 'Will that influence my decision?' she thought."I'm going upstairs to prepare my vantage point, that is on the assumption that you will go ahead with this. Just remember when you get started, neither of you are to come over to the wardrobe doors, I'm leaving one open just a crack. Oh, and don't put the overhead light on, just use the bedside lamps. That will light you two up enough for me to see, but will keep me back in. Clutching your flexed arms to steady myself, I scratch along your shoulders and biceps, and run my hands across your back, now slick with perspiration. I guide and deepen your ministrations as our combined moans and gasps emote a perfect coupling. I once again attempt to turn us over, and this time you allow it, helping me to keep ourselves connected, not wanting us to become separated as I begin mounting you. You are near that impending threshold of falling over the precipice, and I slow our.