The Meet

You walk in, the room dimly lit. Out of the shadows you feel my presence. Body tenses, goosebumps rise. My fingers running through your hair, feeling them tighten, your nerves frayed, your head suddenly jerked back. Your mind is reeling as your body begins to betray you.  Nipples hardern The wetness between your legs drips down your thighs. FInish it from there ladys. 

Hello