L’Appel dans la Nuit

"A figure slipped through the door and into my bed, but who was she?"

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The door opened and a figure slipped through; a naked female briefly backlit against the light. A finger was held against my lips, soon replaced with a kiss.

Then going down, she took my my flaccid cock into her willing mouth. I hardened as, up and down my shaft, sensation moved until, shaking like a landed fish, an orgasm ripped through my body.

I tasted a hint of my own cum on lips that kissed me goodnight, and then she’d gone.

I reckon she must have got the wrong room because, even today, I have no idea who she was.

Published 2 years ago

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