64-You're Masturbating, Say My Name Again And Again

"I was the man you met."

Brent said as he looked Hermosa in the eye.

The six short words knocked a ripple densely across her heart.

And then those ripples became a huge wave, sending up all the memories Hermosa had of that summer night.

Hermosa had first time failed in her mission , but she vaguely remembered the look in the man's eyes when he saw her that night, as if a devout believer had seen an angel in the dark of night.

He stepped forward and put his arm around Hermosa, who was trembling, and he asked her politely how she was, gently reaching out and brushing her ear just like to send a strong electric current through her body.

Their eyes were locked together like the mating of a oligodon snake.

Brent's mind suddenly went blank until his fingers brushed against her flushed lips and then he pried them apart, her hot tongue and the inside of her mouth sucking firmly on his fingers.

He only felt as if he was getting drunker, and when he had her pinned to the bed he finally regain