Once she was through making s**t worse by putting on the gown that now clung to her wet skin and played peekaboo with her succulent flesh beneath she picked me up again. I gave her some serious side eye because I was half convinced she was f*****g with me. That she felt me here or some s**t.
Then again her nymph doesn't seem to give a f**k one way or another who's around, she's just who she is. A f*****g modern day nymph. She probably picked up some s**t from the human females around here and after my many years of living I can tell you, nymphs have nothing on some of the nasty s**t a human female in heat can get up to.
This one ran her fingers over my head, checking to see where I was hurt. My eyes closed in absolute pleasure when she ran the back of her finger down my chest and I warne
