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When I visited Annie, I wondered if she looked like her photos. She did, having that little girl look... petulant, almost, but in a very cute way. I also wondered if I could really come twice in an hour. My worries were unfounded. I got what I paid for: Two mindblowing orgasms that drained me.
She wore a sexy costume. When she’s touching me up, I could only fantasise what lurked beneath the clothes, the undulating curves rising and retreating as she moved. And I could take it no longer, so I touched her up. It was a sinful pleasure as my fingers bore into her sleeve, between the buttons, under the skirt, catching a bit of inner thigh here, a soft mound of upper breast there. Ever got the feeling when you're in an MRT and you eyed a young pretty girl and wondered how it would feel touching her? That was kinda like that fantasy fulfilled, except that I could take it further. I asked her to strip down. When she stood beside me in just her panties, my hungry fingers started feeling her up all over. I wouldn't have needed any service then. I could have come with just a regular handjob there and then.
But service she did give. She began oiling me up and rubbing me down. I was quivering with pleasure of a different kind, relaxed as a piece of pork belly, getting rubbed down, ready to be braised in a pot. As she kneaded every knot out of my back, I reached that realm between consciousness and dreams. I was just drifting... and she got me back into reality by playing with my tool teasingly with her greased fingers. Her actions became pronounced and the blood rushed back to my head. Ahh, how carnal and depraved, that sensuous feeling and the lycan awoke in me. Tossing away my drowsiness, I touched her up with unrestrained glee and, as her actions emboldened, I began playing with her sensitive spots and took delight in the occasional soft moans that escaped her lips. She was blushing, adding more steel to my rod, and I pulled her to my body and as her breasts and legs brushed and slid across my greased up body, I could take it no longer and I blasted onto her smooth belly. I lay panting... not a great time to contemplate about life, but I did ponder on the transience of life, love, and orgasms as I passed back into empty space.
To be continued...