Forbidden Pleasure 111

“Sa-sa-”

The words couldn’t escape my mouth. Her hands— like a boa constrictor was already on my cock.

Firm and hard.

Constricting the lifeform out of me.

She stroked my cock to and fro, up and down. The motion in which she moved her hands was meticulously calculated. I was caught. Trapped. I could feel the pulse in my cock pulsate. She didn’t stop there, she stroked it even harder. My thoughts escaped through my lips as moans, I was moaning silently, telling her to speed up the process.

She did.

“Take off your clothes, Jimmy.”

As I followed her orders like a corporal to a lieutenant, so did she. She took off her nighties revealing nothing but a voluptuous flimsy red bra that I could easily crush with my hands and red panties that had no place staying on that perfect symmetrical body.

I drooled at the sight of her body. If I could astro project out of my body, my astro form would have mistaken me for a kid caught in a grand illusion, or someone caught in a trance, a hypnosis.

Sara see