Bab 15: Screwed (2)

Lana

His fingers were now soaked in the juices that I was constantly producing down there. I was going insane; none of my senses were working properly.

My skin was on fire. I couldn't think straight, and the temptation to just let him do this to me I was strong until I was exhausted.

I was strong until I was drained.

I didn't care how long I had to spend in his room. The longer I stayed in here, the more his hands would be working their magic on me.

His fingers moved in and out slowly at first, making me lose focus on everything.

It was difficult to breathe. Not because of his hand on my neck which slightly choked me, but because of the desire I felt inside for this human-like creature.

Endless moans escaped my mouth, each one independent of my conscious actions or control as he quickened his pace. He moved in and out of me, soaking his fingers repeatedly. The prospect of being touched by him fueled the already raging Forrest fire and caused me to drip even more.