The woman was a volcano on the point of eruption, with a libido of igneous magma and the heart of a demon. If he had to establish a true description, she reminded him of the first time he ate a pudding. It was succulent, soft and bouncing with each movement, relatively soft, spongy, and thick texture.
She came to him earnestly in the half-light, taking his hand and stroking his palm clockwise, as if she wanted to inscribe another spell. In fact, he didn't feel ready to lose his virginity yet. It was a burden yes but not to a point he wanted to lose it this early.
Nervousness shook him by the shoulders bringing a lot of doubts to his mind. What if he messed up? What if he hurt her? And then he remembered she was an atrocity that took shape of his master. But wasn't he fucking his master indirectly? What would she do if she learnt about it? Would she make his life harder?
