She gave the white a few minutes to dry then with a black pencil, she outlined my eyes; I guessed, to match her own. These led my eye to a pair of heavy black and incredibly shiny boots adorned with many chrome straps. She rubbed slowly at first, then faster and harder as the sensation began, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. She looked at me with a faint air of impertinence but I just stood there blocking the doorway and running my eyes down her body. We then showered, spending more time kissing as cascades of hot water soothed tired muscles. It was amazing to feel her muscles alternately tighten then relax around my fingers as I plunged them deeper and deeper into her succulent little hole. I put these on and we were ready to go. The apartment was dark, but as I walked into the corridor I saw a line of candles leading to the lounge. That night I also had a dream. Inside I saw a wide array of make-up articles. I quickly
