She couldn’t help herself, there were so much feelings, there was so much pleasure. Lazily she relaxed into the satin sheets. XXX Ma…’ The lady pushed the contents of the syringe into Fenna’s arm. The pleasures increasing, it filled her tummy, it took over her entire body. His cock emerged, it was thinner than she’d expected, but also slightly longer than she’d anticipated. Her head was overflowed with fuzzy tingling, the ceiling seemed to be wavering, the bed or the boat was drifting up and don on the crashing waves, lulling waves, lulling her deeper and deeper and deeper. This was his bed. Maybe love was too big of a word, she’d only just met him today. ‘If I wasn’t tied down I would wrap my arms around you.’ Fenna said. ‘But I never found the right model, until you entered my studio, then I knew, this is it, this is her.’ Fenna felt butterflies in
