.. how dare you!"Tristan glanced out the window. It had started to rain; one of those miserable rains that lasts the rest of the day, with a cold wind.... He took several paces towards her then stood balanced on the balls of his feet. "I dare, you - you bloody alien cow!"She backed away, clenching her fists. He sensed the vicious kick coming before she started to move. He dodged sideways, grabbed her foot at the top of her kick, and twisted. She landed flat on her back."You will need to be faster. “No,” she said. “I always come. And you always finish in my mouth. You always shoot in my mouth.” “Is it a lot?” “It’s always more than I can swallow,” she says. “I try, but it runs down my chin and drips onto my chest. The thought of that usually makes me come again.” “That’s very exciting,” he breathes. “That’s very exciting.” “Can I have it?” she said. “Yes,” he said, “you need to suck my cock now and eat my cum. I want to shoot my load in your mouth.” She yanked down his boxers and slid her. “Beautiful?” Ealaín said, her short, white hair framing that midnight face. Her citrine eyes sparkled as she crawled between my thighs. Her lips kissed at my silky flesh as she moved her head down towards my pussy. “Mmm, I love making beautiful things.”“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my heart fluttering as she came closer and closer to my pussy. Her lips grazed the vine tattoo on my pubic mound. It marked my proficiency in the sexual arts. It was the most fleeting of all the arts, but one I thoroughly. ‘Well I’m not paralyzed /but I seem to be struck by you. I want to make you move /because you’re standing still.’ My body feels liquid as I float around the room delighted by the air caressing my bare skin. The ghostly words of Finger Eleven’s song seducing my mind and heating my body. I close my eyes and imagine my husband, Tommy, lying on the bed. His eyes hooded with desire, his manhood standing tall with respect, as I move around before him. Feeling giddy at the thought of being watched, I.