"I don't want to hurt you, my love," Smile said staring at her nude body. Charlotte was shivering already and Smile could see the wetness between her legs. She wanted him immediately.
"You would not hurt me," Charlotte replied, her voice coarse and shaky. "I have an eight year old son remember?" Smile laughed and kissed her full on the lips. Charlotte enjoyed the warmth of his kiss, the freshness of his lips, the aura and scent around him. Charlotte rubbed her palms against her eyes multiple times to convince herself that it was not just a dream. It all seemed too good to be true and she prayed that they actually survived so they lasted longer.
"I know you have an eight year old," Smile said. "But it's been long, Charlotte. You would be tight and I would hurt you in the process."
Charlotte held Smile's gaze devilishly. "Fuck me, Michael. I want to feel you inside of me, today. No other buts. Fuck me now."
