girl in dark
By words on skin
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There's a woman in a hotel room in Japan, she is siiting on a black leather armchair next to a window, the window is high up maybe 25 floors, maybe 30, she can't remember. She is sitting very still, naked, smoking a cigarette.
Outside it's dark, the city skyline all lights ' neon, and the air thick with the heat of a million bodies breathing breaths, and she exhales her smoke and stands on the chair, leans against the glass, her body pushed up against the pane, all her weight on it. How strong is the glass, she wonders vaguely. She leans harder....stronger than her. She lifts up her arms, still leaning on the window, she starts to move slowly, circling her hips. The glass is cold against her skin, her nipples hard and her pussy wet, so wet.
There's a man walking into the lobby in his suit and his tie, he is
weak suddenly, with desire, and he moves in response, he is pulled. He picks up his briefcase and heads for the lifts. He counts floors. It's 30. And it's more. It takes so long and his cock pulsing. It's a glass lift, he watches vertical distance going up. He looks down.
The key in the lock and the empty room and he doesn't bother with the lights. But the smell of cigarette and....the smell of pussy. From behind him, so fluid, arm around his neck, a hand grabbing his tie and a whisper in his ear that's only just more than a breath: How hard are you? The voice, the skin, the grasp soft but deadly, all soft but deadly. Her leg lifts up curves around his waist, calf against his cock.
How hard are you?
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