Left and right with growing exponential excitement, she continued to stroke her foot against the hard bulge in my pants.
I felt like a deer in headlights, the way I just froze stiff there. Because it was her, knowing that it was her, feeling it, I… I just couldn't handle it.
Ash was always the paragon of elegance to me, a bright beacon of light, of grace, that I'll always pale in comparison to. An unsullied beauty that knew no depravity.
Now, like a dream, a dream surely a million miles away from reality, here I was fondling her beautiful round breasts, pinching her hard nipples that were perking out between the slits in my fingers while I continued to throb and swell against the sole of her foot.
That's when I realized that behind that elegance, her grace, hid another side to her, a more deviant, a more lecherous side that was now slowly seeping out to the surface… and I wanted to see more, more and more, this side kept buried all this while, I want to know more.
