jadore jouer
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And then...he was gone. Brynne stood there for a moment, utterly confused out of her mind, and perhaps even a bit nervous. Suddenly, she felt the icy coldness that had awoken her from her slumber, as well as a tugging on the bottom of her shirt. She grabbed the scooping neckline of her green tank to keep it up, and attempted to climb up slighty on the dresser in resistance. However, his beckoning, though neither rough nor forcefull, seduced her in an odd sort of way. She let his invisible form pull her towards the large bed, before realizing how unlike herself she was acting. It almost disturbed her, but the sensations in her crotch and nipple were enough to drive those thoughts from her mind.
"I'm a ghost...a spirit of the undead." Strangely enough, his deep words intrigued her more than they frightened her. Brynne walked more willingly with him to the side of the bed where suddenly his emerald eyes opened in front of her, almost exaggerating their height difference. It was strange, but somehow not seeing this man was so much more of a turn on than Brynne had ever experienced.
She raised her hands cautiously to either side of his eyes, feeling his temples and cheekbones. Her eyes tried to imagine the features around his eyes as her lips tugged themselves into a small half-smirk. Slowly, her ivory fingers traced his invisible face, finally coming to rest on his jawbones. Standing on her toes, Brynne brought her pink lips to his own invisible ones, her fingers running over his ears and into his hair.
"I'm a ghost...a spirit of the undead." Strangely enough, his deep words intrigued her more than they frightened her. Brynne walked more willingly with him to the side of the bed where suddenly his emerald eyes opened in front of her, almost exaggerating their height difference. It was strange, but somehow not seeing this man was so much more of a turn on than Brynne had ever experienced.
She raised her hands cautiously to either side of his eyes, feeling his temples and cheekbones. Her eyes tried to imagine the features around his eyes as her lips tugged themselves into a small half-smirk. Slowly, her ivory fingers traced his invisible face, finally coming to rest on his jawbones. Standing on her toes, Brynne brought her pink lips to his own invisible ones, her fingers running over his ears and into his hair.