“My dirty little whore.” As he pulled her nipple into his mouth, he let his hands roam down her flanks, his fire warmed fingertips burning agains...t her thawing flesh, resting familiarly on her narrow hips. Not full like Jenny’s. The thought was pushed from her mind as he knelt before her, shuddering as his kisses covered her taut stomach, his tongue teasing into her navel playfully, dipping into her like his fingers in her pussy on the car ride up. She let out a throaty giggle as he pressed. I haven’t seen you since that night at the Rolling Turtle,” he says, feeling a bit of frustration.“I’ve been here every day since,” she counters. “We have either fucked every day or I’ve given you a blow job.”“Then it all must have been a dream,” he mutters. “But why do I see her when I’m obviously awake?”It is pretty clear to Ashley that the man is talking more to himself than her. But she doesn’t let it faze her. “Who are you talking about?”Anders looks up at her with an expression of. ..cum.” The last word caught in his throat as if he could barely say it in front of me. “What I mean is, I think you’re beautiful all around, just for being you.”I didn’t know whether to cry with happiness or cum on the spot. My heart filled up with something I’d never known before. No one had ever said those kinds of things to me. I didn’t really believe them, but it was beyond nice to hear them for once. My instinct was to dismiss his words as idle flattery to get what he wanted from me, but. Even putting on reenactments in period clothing!Like others, I was attracted to her the first time I saw her, which was in the library where I went to do some studying. She instantly struck me with her beauty – she must have been one of the world’s most beautiful women!It was one of the classic double takes. She was sitting on a couch with her legs curled under her when I walked in that first time. Just sitting there she exhibited poise, grace and beauty. She was the most incredibly beautiful.