Rick had never before been overcome with such feeling, such emotion. Immediately he longed to touch those full lips, to trace them with the tip of his... finger, and to feel them press their softness to his own. But most intoxicating to him were those dark eyes. As soon as she looked up from her drawing he noticed their intensity. He felt the instantaneous warmth spread through his senses. He could only imagine the passions those ebony eyes were windows to. How he longed to gaze into them, to be. At that moment she finds herself on all fours, her pupils so dilated it’s hard to tell the colour of her eyes, her mouth slightly open, and drool dripping from the edges of her mouth. Her body sways as if fucking an imaginary object, she produces deep and sharp pants; she continuous to thrust her ass into the air, asking for relief. She is directly in front of one of the lower shelfs of the bookstore. A white spine reads The House of Sleeping Beauties, Kawabata’s masterpiece; suddenly the. She was used to being one in the crowd, wearing her grey coloured clothes and concentrating on her work. Here, she was always in the middle of the attention and she did not feel very comfortable with it yet. Still, Stella had warned her about it and said she had to get used to it quickly. Besides who could ignore anyone dressed all in pink as she was today? The new clothes were all bright-coloured and supposed to give her attention. It felt like being on a masquerade every day, and she longed. .. suddenly you grip my hair and push hard against my throat when i don't open my throat for You you slap my face and tell me that if i knew what is good for me i shall swallow the drink You have for me.i realize that i am not allowed to miss a drop, and try to open my throat gagging slightly, You tell me to take a deep breath and i can feel You entering my throat you keep it there pumping slightly in and out until my eyes start to roll back in my head when you pull out and let me take another.