Helen's breath snagged, her lashes raking the sheets as she looked at my dick—big, veiny, and maddeningly erect no matter her noxiousness. "What... how is this possible? Your cock still so hard right in front of a dirty woman like me?" Stammering, but her gaze shot with something more intense than embarrassment.
The same question others had asked about my skin—gone, replaced by something unnatural, something that made me a monster in their eyes. But not in hers. Not when her thighs were already parting, her scent thick in the air like copper and lust.
With hardly more than a whisper, Ravina recounted my story as if it were painful. Helen seemed to have forgotten how to breathe properly as she just stared with her mouth hanging open. I was afraid she might faint there for a moment. "Gods," she managed, licking her lips and speaking in a shaky voice.
