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you liked me the last time?”
    â€œI’m only a man!”
    He guessed she was passing in front of him. She took his hand and put it on her naked shoulder. The young man shivered. Was it possible she was wearing no clothes? She guided one of his hands to her naked breasts, placing the other on the hollow of her hip. The male hands touched smooth flesh, soft as velvet, whose proportions, at least to his blind palms, appeared perfect. He felt long, silky hair tumbling down her back; he loved long hair.
    She went to him slowly and gave him a long kiss. She tasted of mint. Pulling his shirt out of his pants, she patiently unbuttoned it, then rubbed her generous bosom across his hairy chest.
    She murmured into his ear:
    â€œYou’re going to know who I am very soon, but before that, I want to taste you. I’ve waited for so long! I promise you won’t be disappointed. I’m trying to be different so you’ll always remember me, in case I never see you again.”
    â€œBut why? Why wouldn’t we see each other again?” he whispered.
    â€œOnly you know …”
    With these words she took one of the man’s fingers and brought it up to her mouth. She licked it, sucked on it languidly, then brought it between her legs.
    â€œSee the effect you’re having on me?”
    â€œYou’re having the same effect on me, but the guys are going to be back soon, and …”
    â€œNo they’re not, I took care of everything.”
    Their words were almost inaudible, charged with urgent desire. He smiled in the darkness. He was ready for anything, and had never been so hard in his life. He told himself once again that he should take advantage of this pleasant distraction, which would probably be shortlived. If only it were up to him. He conjured up a picture of the young woman and was suddenly filled with doubt: what if it was all a serious mistake? But his body told him it was too late to think: time to act! He explored the thighs that offered themselves to him, and the mysterious place between them. She was wet, even juicy. Completely shaven, every inch of her sex was exposed to his probing finger. He caressed her for a few moments and she pulled him to the floor, lying him back on the rug. A leg that felt long and slim shoved between his thighs, discovering his cock in all its vulnerability. Her hair tumbled down over him, tickling him from face to knees, lingering over his groin. A velvety tongue slid over his skin, leaving a trail of sweet saliva.
    She sucked him between her lips and into her open throat. She was talented, using just enough pressure with her hand and just enough suction with her mouth. It was delicious, and the man felt his organ grow almost a whole inch longer. She sat up and stroked him with her slippery hand. He guessed she was rubbing herself with her other hand. There was no other sound but the sound of her breathing, which was more and more rapid. He felt the vibrations of the woman’s hand on her body, and the mounting pleasure she was giving herself. He felt her climax approaching, sensed her body straighten up and grow totally still for a few moments, then relax. She had come in silence, without giving him the chance to participate in or share her pleasure. But she quickly recovered and went back to stroking him tenderly. Straddling over him, she put him inside her and sat down on him, impaling herself. Remaining still for an instant, she leaned over and gently kissed him before starting to move her hips with a regular, lazy movement.
    He was her victim, with no control over the situation. Not that he had any intention of trying to change anything! He was being spoiled! Someone other than himself had taken over the wheel. She hovered over him, light and supple. She got up on her heels so that she seemed almost weightless as she moved up and down over the man’s body; a little higher, a little lower, ever so gently.
    He felt himself being pulled