𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍
She said something about a drink, or maybe it was coffee, but I'd barely heard her words cause all my attention was on the strip of pale skin visible at the top of her robe. "No," I said on autopilot, "no coffee," and then I reached for the tie of her robe, my hands acting seemingly of their own accord.
The garment fell apart at a light tug, revealing a body straight out of my wet dreams. High, full breasts tipped by hard pink nipples, a waist small enough to span with my hands, gently curving hips, and long, long legs. And between those legs, not even a hint of hair, just the smooth, bare mound of her pussy.
My dick got so hard it hurt. After my heart got broken once by the only woman I had so desperately wanted to be loved by, I turned off all emotions when it came to women. I fucked. I came. And I left. But this girl was making me want something else. Something dangerous.
