The thinly strapped silk top clings to her torso so precisely to her upturned breast; it doesn’t hide her hard nipple as she exits the room and turns down the hall. She may be 100 lbs. XXX The not so fresh scent left on my lips from last nights affair now off my face. Sober enough to remember promising a new one. Her smile is closed mouth but genuine enough to divert a stamped of buffalo. The smell on vanilla filling my nostrils as I manage to stand on sort of shaky legs. There isn’t enough light for me to tell the colors. Blasting deep into her mouth, I even surprise myself at the volume I produce. There isn’t enough light for me to tell the colors. Not one stray hair to be seen on her body below her head, I can
