A few tendrils brushed against her neck as she tied the halter style top. Her eyes were a clear, clever yellow. She moaned, bathed in the sensation and then she felt the rope giving way, falling loose and carefully peeled, now soggy with her lust, from around her chit and out from between her labia. She donned the bottoms of her bikini. The irises were a little too long to be fully human. Yet I felt no shards of guilt ripping at my conscience and no reluctance to spread my legs for her touch. And an overwhelmed sob burst from her lips followed by a moan of lust more like that of an animal than anything she ever thought she could produce. In the deepest part, treading the water to stay afloat. And then, with a mind-destroying suddenness, they leap to life inside her, trembling madly. The air conditioner was blowing cold air on her, goosebumps rose on her skin, making her nipples press against the clammy inside of her top. |