Selena's POV
Lausanne, 17 Gouvasson Slope, Old Clockmaker's Residence.
It was early morning, before sunrise, with a thick fog still blanketing the city.
The creaking of the bed and the passionate cries and moans of a man and woman seeped out of the black wrought-iron gate and the heavy wooden window frames set in the dreary limestone walls of the slightly dilapidated two-story house. They dissipated into the gray mist, just as unnoticed as the hushed conspiracy being discussed by the pair.
I rose from under the man's groin, spat the semen from his recent climax onto the side, then raised my naked body. My labia slid over the man's p***s, quickly making Dewey's c**k hard again.
I smiled with a hint of triumph, guiding the man's glans, slick with my wetness, into my cunt. As his p***s s
