Stay Away, Babe

Faint fingers glide over bare skin, softly, easily. Fearfully.

“—What are you… So hard, like wood…” My voice is also soft, tender-tender… Sweet to me, pleasant.

Fingers move along her neck, barely touching her cheek. They freeze.

Well, what are you stopping for? Go on! More!

It’s as if she can hear me—again, she strokes.

“—Light hair…” she continues whispering, enchantedly touching with not one, but two palms already! Aaaaah… a double dose of pleasure! Don’t stop just…

“—Beautiful… How good that you can’t hear me…”

But here you’re mistaken, girl. I hear you very well. I just don’t want to stop it all.

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Continuation: “Darling for the Demon.”