Exotika Maria Isabel Pita Crook & Flail (pdf)(1)

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. Looks like you re getting fucked in the assagain, baby.Her moan contains a world of emotions.She wants to feel his cock in her butt againbut she is afraid it will hurt much more today as he thrusts himself between theinnermost flesh of her thighs and up into her pussy.He grinds his hips against her for adelicious moment then pulls out, slick with her warm juices.She bites her lip as hisfingers dig into her bottom s soft cheeks and pull them open and then nearly blacks outfrom the exquisite pain as he thrusts hard into her ass.He plants his hands alongsideher shoulders on the carpet and pounds his erection so deep into her hole she feels asthough he will cleave her in half if he keeps it up. Red! she cries. Red! I don t think so, princess! He beats the endearment into her.Yet he does havemercy on her by coming, achieving agonizing dimensions even as his cool cum helpssoothe the burn.* * * * *After he leaves with her last bottle of water Lucia brushes her teeth and refreshesher lipstick then does her best to ignore the balcony, from which she is tempted to diveinto impossible daydreams again.She lingers over the marble counter in the bathroom, idly fingering her makeup likea very little girl trapped in her playpen.She buys only the most expensive brands now, lipsticks that flow on like bloodycream and eye shadows that glisten with powdered fish scales.The night she metRichard at his book signing she was wearing lipstick that cost a $1.00 and a short blackdress she had bought at a thrift store for $6.00.Her black tights had cost $2.00 and her56Crook & Flailankle-high black leather boots $8.00 on closeout.Her entire outfit had been worth lessthan the lipstick she is wearing now.But that was nearly five years ago, when she was adifferent person.Her blood cells have died and renewed themselves countless timessince then and so many more thoughts and feelings, perceptions and desires, haveflowed through her it amazes her their currents aren t yet visible on her skin.Calculating what time it is now in Boston, she wanders back into the room, picks upthe receiver and requests an overseas operator.She then holds her breath waiting forthe miracle of another phone coming to life continents and oceans away.A machine picks up after the fourth ring.She hangs up without listening to the message and a terrible sense of urgencypossesses her.There has to be something she can do to call Richard and somehowhelp him bridge the gap between dimensions.If the voice can travel thousands of milesin less than a second then why shouldn t his disembodied energy be able tocommunicate with her? These thoughts alone wire her to receive him and theexcitement they awaken in her might be his presence ringing her through her nerves.The phone s casual defiance of disembodied communication haunts herimagination.Her rational mind, however, has already accepted the fact that power isthe reason for what is happening to her in Egypt but not in the way she hopes thepower granted by the money Richard left behind is the heart of the matter, not theimmortality of his soul.No one really cares about that except her.57Maria Isabel PitaChapter Eight Oh God, I don t know if I can get used to this, Lucia remarks while slipping on apair of designer sunglasses. Every day here is so bright!She and Mark are standing on a wooden platform over the river watching Dougand Lori approach in an old motorboat.Their peaceful glide toward shore is somewhatmarred by the tortured coughing of the motor and Lori s smile looks a little fixed.Asusual, she is dressed down in an army green T-shirt and knee-length khaki shorts.Tohide her fat thighs, Lucia thinks uncharitably.Doug doesn t appear to have changed his clothes since she last saw him. Greetings! Mark calls out to them. Re is resplendent on the horizon!Doug looks oddly confused but Lori s smile softens as she turns the boat gentlysideways [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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