She looks flip, indolent and reckless. But the same time there is something in her eyes that make me think she may spring up anytime from that chair, attack me, jump on me, push me to the ground, coil on my neck, look for my artery, plunge her teeth in and suck my blood out. Maybe the same time she makes me immortal.
That silence can be broken just by rushing fingers that try to get deeper in the wet, hot delve to make you be even more relaxed and satisfied. Can you imagine better way to release after work?
Well, I definitely had other memories of wild sex. But from now I start to think about it as one of the most pleasant things in life.
