and then gently, gently tug the top of her dress. She opens her eyes, looking deeply into mine as if I know all the Worldâs secrets. I follow the handsome curve of her cheek with my mouth, and then lay her back onto the bed. I move to lie beside the girl, my thigh deliberately placed between hers. As I kiss her, I have to restrain myself, my lips drifting along her neck, to her exposed breast, but then always return to her mouth. My isolation has starved me of kisses. Soft, loving kisses like these.
As we kiss, I draw from her the life force I need to continue my search. This girl is a dream, but she is not Anna. I steal her soul one short breath at a time. She will not notice until her discovery is too late, and then as I draw the last of her essence, she will join me in my search.
I begin to ease her dress down further. My lips canât resist her bare stomach, then her hip, then her smooth calves. I follow a reverse path along her leg until I camp in the hollow of her belly button. I worm my hand between her thighs, gently pressing as I did before. The girl shivers, but she is ready to go further. As my fingers make contact with her inner heat, she sighs into my ear. She moves against my hand, aching for me, for my touch. My fingers slip inside the waistband of her wet panties, drawing them down over the girlâs knees, and I watch as she kicks the unwanted garment to the floor. The girl has a matt of fine hair, in places covered in moisture.
I look into her eyes, and then slide my fingers inside her. She tenses and gasps, her breath fluttering. I capture these breaths as I have the others. I begin to move my hand strong and slow, my mouth on her breastbone. I touch her back, trace over her shoulder blade then down her upper arm. I slide my other arm beneath her back, cradling her neck in my hand, and lift my mouth to hers. She quakes as we kiss, squeezing my arm in time with the movements of my hand. All the while, I steal more of her soul. Her breaths quicken, and then she stops breathing altogether to grip my arm so tightly, I know she is coming. Afterwards she lies on the bed looking utterly helpless.
I offer her no respite. Now I have started I cannot resist. I kiss the tender spot of her clitoris, extending my tongue to taste her sweet honeydew. I glance up; the girl has closed her eyes, so I set about her sex in earnest, licking along the length of her pussy, delving between her swollen lips to draw more honey. Occasionally I lash her clitoris, sucking the hard nubbin between my lips until she writhes and tries to wriggle free. I wonât let her. I lick and suck and I nip until once again she comes, pushing her sweet cunt against my mouth, and then trying desperately to break away.
I emerge from between her legs to press wet lips against hers. Making the wide-eyed girl taste her own honey. I reach for her sex again, this time my fingers curling deep into her wetness. âNot again,â she whispers, resting her hand on mine to steady my movements.
âYes again!â I start to finger-fuck her, slowly at first, then gaining momentum as my excitement increases. Her hand stays on mine but she is no longer trying to stop me. Her eyes are open now. She grunts each time I thrust hard, but I keep her guessing by varying my strokes. Sometimes soft, sometimes hard. Iâm going to make the girl come again, this time for my own gratification. She grunts as I thrust, using my fingers like a weapon, like a battering ram, pounding into her tight sex as she gasps and grunts and cries out under the hard prolonged pounding. This is exactly what I want, for an exhale of life follows each gasp. I take all her breaths greedily.
Soon, she weeps against my shoulder and I comfort her with small kisses on her cheek, on the nape of her neck, on her slender throat. Every nerve in my body wants to bite into that tender flesh, to draw gratification while the girl orgasms on the end of my fingers. Yet, I have been
As we kiss, I draw from her the life force I need to continue my search. This girl is a dream, but she is not Anna. I steal her soul one short breath at a time. She will not notice until her discovery is too late, and then as I draw the last of her essence, she will join me in my search.
I begin to ease her dress down further. My lips canât resist her bare stomach, then her hip, then her smooth calves. I follow a reverse path along her leg until I camp in the hollow of her belly button. I worm my hand between her thighs, gently pressing as I did before. The girl shivers, but she is ready to go further. As my fingers make contact with her inner heat, she sighs into my ear. She moves against my hand, aching for me, for my touch. My fingers slip inside the waistband of her wet panties, drawing them down over the girlâs knees, and I watch as she kicks the unwanted garment to the floor. The girl has a matt of fine hair, in places covered in moisture.
I look into her eyes, and then slide my fingers inside her. She tenses and gasps, her breath fluttering. I capture these breaths as I have the others. I begin to move my hand strong and slow, my mouth on her breastbone. I touch her back, trace over her shoulder blade then down her upper arm. I slide my other arm beneath her back, cradling her neck in my hand, and lift my mouth to hers. She quakes as we kiss, squeezing my arm in time with the movements of my hand. All the while, I steal more of her soul. Her breaths quicken, and then she stops breathing altogether to grip my arm so tightly, I know she is coming. Afterwards she lies on the bed looking utterly helpless.
I offer her no respite. Now I have started I cannot resist. I kiss the tender spot of her clitoris, extending my tongue to taste her sweet honeydew. I glance up; the girl has closed her eyes, so I set about her sex in earnest, licking along the length of her pussy, delving between her swollen lips to draw more honey. Occasionally I lash her clitoris, sucking the hard nubbin between my lips until she writhes and tries to wriggle free. I wonât let her. I lick and suck and I nip until once again she comes, pushing her sweet cunt against my mouth, and then trying desperately to break away.
I emerge from between her legs to press wet lips against hers. Making the wide-eyed girl taste her own honey. I reach for her sex again, this time my fingers curling deep into her wetness. âNot again,â she whispers, resting her hand on mine to steady my movements.
âYes again!â I start to finger-fuck her, slowly at first, then gaining momentum as my excitement increases. Her hand stays on mine but she is no longer trying to stop me. Her eyes are open now. She grunts each time I thrust hard, but I keep her guessing by varying my strokes. Sometimes soft, sometimes hard. Iâm going to make the girl come again, this time for my own gratification. She grunts as I thrust, using my fingers like a weapon, like a battering ram, pounding into her tight sex as she gasps and grunts and cries out under the hard prolonged pounding. This is exactly what I want, for an exhale of life follows each gasp. I take all her breaths greedily.
Soon, she weeps against my shoulder and I comfort her with small kisses on her cheek, on the nape of her neck, on her slender throat. Every nerve in my body wants to bite into that tender flesh, to draw gratification while the girl orgasms on the end of my fingers. Yet, I have been
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