EIGHTY-TWO

OLIVER

Touching Ellen and bringing her to her climax was a pleasure I would not mind repeating over and over again. I loved the way her body reacted to my touch, I loved the way she called my name, making me almost come without even doing anything yet. I love the way her eyes rolled into the back of her head whenever I touched her, I loved the way she yearned for me, the way she craved me.

The noises she made; soft little cries, breathless gasps, heavy throaty moans always blew me off my mind and made me break out of the confines of sanity. She made it look like I was the only one who could make her this way.

I sucked her pussy, pushing her legs wide apart, but one of them found a way and curled around my head. I watched as she writhed in bed, grabbing the sheets to contain herself. I could tell how much she missed my touch, I could tell how much she yearned for it. I yearned for hers too.

When she was gone and when I was too frustrated and fucked one or two hookers, she was the