He ties each of her hands to the posts of the bed, then each of her ankles. Read 10701 times |
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Ingrid smiled too and suggested they go shower. She jumped and squealed as she heard someone clearing their voice. She looked down at the top of Ingrid’s head and watched as the hot water ran down her chest and stomach into Ingrid’s face and mouth. Her mother was a black Egyptian woman and her father was a chain-smoking, whiskey drinking white boy from America. Victory learned Ingrid was from Austria, her father had been a photographer for a magazine and traveled through Austria where her mother was living studying art. In the bed she lifted her own hand and slowly ran it up under her shirt and across her breasts smiling as she felt that her nipples were as hard in real life as they were in the mirror in her mind.
