She had continued speaking, but she might as well have been inanother room entirely because the sound was muffled, like someone hadstuffed my ears wit... cotton baton. The reason for my complete lack ofinterest in her words was tied to one thing- my reflection.Just outside the elevator was a massive mirror. Reflected in the mirrorwas a little girl wearing a black and silver sleeveless dress. A softwhite sash cinched at her waist, while a skirt billowed outward,bringing to mind images of the. The riverbanks were teeming with life. Closing her eyes she could feel it all around her like a warm embrace. The smell of the trees, the fresh earth, and the cool breeze coming off of the water told her that in this small part of the world, everything was as it should be. “Even Faerie boy belongs. Bloody arse,” she whispered to herself.Shaking her head, she cleared the frustration from her mind. Several slow, deep breaths later she was ready. Her eyes opened and with a running start she leapt. They went in. The lights were dim but Paul saw clearly that the slopingcinema was thickly carpeted and divided into different areas where hugeleather sofas were arranged so they could all see the screen but not eachother. There was no-one else there. Victor guided Paul to one of them,and they sat down close together, even though there was room for morethan four. Victor had an arm around Paul, stroking the thick fox fur ofthe jacket collar against his neck. Paul was in heaven.Victor pressed a. I clenched as hard as I could. "Please! Not there!" I begged."I'm just playing with it. I'm not sticking my cock in there." Eventually he got his finger in my tight ass and fucking both my holes with the movement of his hand while he squeezed and sucked my breast with his lips. He was so rough and it wasn't working for me at all. I knew he wasn't going to stop until he made me orgasm.Faking an orgasm was the only option to bring this to a quicker end. I started to moan and shake my hips until.
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