She nodded, pretending understanding. ‘Does it have to be another man’s cum?’ she had asked. ‘I don’t know. Why?’ Her answer wasn’t verb...l, but the point was quickly understood. She arched up her hips pulled up her skirt, revealing the bright red cotton panties she was fond of wearing. Wasting no time she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and stripped off the flimsy bit of fabric, showing him her black bush that grew practically wild at around her pussy. ‘Fuck me,’ she told him. It took him no. She smoothed the hair off his forehead, slightly damp with sweat. He looked pale, even in just the moonlight coming through the window. He calmed noticeably at her touch and she felt as if some part of her was being drawn in. She trailed her hand over his cheek, and down his chest, where she could feel his heartbeat. She could more than feel it — she felt like she could hear it in her head. bum-BUMP, bum-BUMP. When she pulled her attention away from his life-rhythm, she saw to her horror that. More

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