She’s quite perfect, but still. There’s an image in my head, and it’s been stuck there since that first moment I walked into Alchemy’s office and her cool beauty assaulted me. The image is of what she’ll look like after. After two or more orgasms. After being licked and bitten and sucked and fucked. After choking down Max’s huge cock. I need her hair mussed and her mascara smudged and that pretty coral pink lipstick smeared and her body relaxed, sated. Marked. And I want every last drop of pleasure and satisfaction reflected on her face. That’s what I need. And I know she won’t disappoint me.
