Christina's eyes were very sensitive to the light. From the night before, she had stolen all her memories; from the moment she had entered that party until the moment she woke up, everything was a jumble of blurry memories impossible to decipher.
"A crazy night," she called him to bear the weight of fear of not being able to remember a
The music was loud, and the frustration that the girl caused led Dean to a stressful point; he saw people smile madly, and they could not hold conversations under the influence of that unrest.While his thoughts became more and more complicated, in his mind resounded Christina's father’s words, who in the distance seemed lost in the tu
Christina's mind was lost in a nebula of reality and fantasy, and the girl had a hard time defining what was right and what was not.The image of her boyfriend breaking her trust seemed real, and those men imposing their ways on her anguished her heart, but that man with long hair who fought and rescued her appeared as a dream in a mom
The days that continued were quiet; they both began to get to know each other better and got along in a better way; they smiled and treated each other with familiarity while their little friendship flourished.Dean sometimes found himself looking at Christina's body in an unprofessional way. That tormented him, the young woman was beau
Sleep eluded Christina all night, Dean's kisses and touch felt alive in her memory, she knew that he felt something for her now; she was convinced, but his sense of duty would not let him act.She thought all night, and she remembered how that man's kisses turned her on to unexpected points, and she wanted more, much more.
Morning came, and Dean listened carefully as Christina played the violin.The melody she produced with that instrument resonated on the walls and mesmerized Dean's mind; the girl sweated with the concentration she required while her fingers slid hard on the strings of the device.
A night like this had been uneventful, boring, and full of unsatisfied carnal desire for Lisa. Tonight she had sworn to have it all, despite the situation different from what she had initially expected. She knew all along that Duke was more workaholic than her. Heck, he was one of the most eligible bachelors in town, but Lisa had expected that he would not be so… boring. He could be boring, lame, or dense all he wants, but it did not remove the fact they were newly married. Not to mention that Lisa would like to take advantage of this so-called marriage that they have. There was no more need for her to do some Tinder swipe or Panplanet meetups so she could do some hookup.
Lisa helped Duke up and helped him stagger to the huge mahogany bed. She crawled into bed after a short visit to the bathroom, slowly starting to plant soft kisses on his crispy, minty lips. She could feel his hunger build up as she teased him with hot neck kisses. She then effortlessly held his hands over his head. She was quite delighted with his slight submissive reaction. It was probably a plus, too, that her height was not that inferior to him. Lue was completely distracted by her light kisses. She reached for a pair of cuffs, hidden on the bed’s drawer, and fast but carefully clamped Duke’s hand’s on the bed frame.Surprised, Duke tried to wriggle, but the drinks h
Duke woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache from the previous night’s drinking spree. He realized Lisa was not in bed, though she was refreshing or some other place in the suite. Memories of the night’s events flashed through his mind. He groaned as his cock grew rock hard. The ‘Witch’ had completely surprised him. He had enjoyed being a little dominated by Lisa. Her fingering his ass had surprised him, but despite the little tinge of pain, he had enjoyed it as well. He was still in awe, dreamy even, contemplating how mild-mannered Lisa had grown wild, controlling, and intim