Page 4 of Twisted Little Thing

What does she look like when she orgasms?

Fuck. I need to know.

My cock twitches at the thought of taming her, making her bend to my commands. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m sure she’s going to love it.

I lose sight of her in the mass of people around us and now have to actively search for her. A good song comes on, and I’m sure I’ll find her dancing somewhere if I just keep close to the dancing area.

I turn out to be right. There she is, shaking her slim body to the rhythm of the music. Her movements are so bizarre and mad that people move out of her way. She’s the exact opposite of the lame fairies who swayed around on the rooftop.

I’m the only one who tries to get closer instead of further away from her, and of course, I violently get bumped into as soon as I enter her perimeter.

She stumbles and turns around, looking up to me. Her eyes are huge and widen even more when she sees me. Does she recognize me? It’s hard to tell in the dark. The way she looks at me could mean anything ranging from shock and surprise. She’s endearing to me either way.

The heavy black color lining her eyes has smeared, but I couldn’t care less. If anything, this gives me an idea of what she’d look like after sex. After getting laid the way she should be.

Her full lips are forming the word ‘sorry,’ but I can’t hear her say it.

Before I can engage her in some kind of conversation, she darts away once again. This time, she’s heading for the door that leads outside.

Again, I’m right behind her.

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