In the deepest part, treading the water to stay afloat. Her blood was thin and flowed freely. Hay is for Cybersex animals. The only sound was the smooth strokes of her arms cutting through the water. Her eyes were a clear, clever yellow. And as it pressed against her sex, widening it and finally slipping inside her, she realized that is was a sphere of some kind. The cloth floated off forgotten, and her hand traced tantalizing trails below my navel getting ever closer until it played in soft curls. Yet, it felt Cybersex strange. Thoughtlessly, her mouth opened, a simple surrender, and she felt Cybersex hot pillar of his most private flesh pass between her lips and stroke slowly against her tongue, moving into her accepting mouth, filling her there as well. A soft ding announced her arrival, breaking the silence in the car. |