Ginger Fox Part 4
"My legs were spread with his help, pushed aside, and his big hand parted my butt. My cock, which was hard, simply jumped forward. — I gasp, engulfed in flames as she circles my clit. — He didn’t pull away; he did the opposite, holding my waist tighter, letting his hand stroke my cock slowly while he kissed my neck. My eyes still fixed on the Russian being fucked, her sweaty body shining, made me moan softly as he stroked me.
“Baby...” — My voice is almost a cry, muffled in the pillow. My body reacts quickly to the circles she makes. I release the pillow, lifting my face and bringing my hand to her arm.
“He was good, as agile as he was depraved...”
“Ohhh, Baby... Please...” — I grip her hand tighter, knowing I’m on the edge. My eyes are closed, I bite my lips, lost between the image of the scene she describes and the sensation she’s giving me.
“The rubbing of his cock against my ass was firm, making me know he wanted to be as deep inside me as those men were in the Russian. My body trembled when I came in his hand, which was stroking me so damn well.”
I bite my mouth hard to hold back the moan that wants to escape, as the small waves hit my body.
“It was right there, tied to a marble column, screaming between pain and pleasure with him buried deep inside me, that I came again, filled with his hot cum dripping down my legs, as his body trembled, pressing his pelvis against my ass until I could feel his swollen balls touching my skin.” — My mouth parts as the orgasm hits me, leaving Baby’s fingers sticky.
My heart pounds, almost out of my mouth, relaxing my grip on her arm. As I slowly open my eyes, I’m caught by her bright eyes, like a sunny afternoon with a rainy sky, staring at me.
“I knew I’d be there forever, that my world would forever be Sodom,” — Baby whispers, pulling her fingers from my pussy and placing them on the side of my thigh. — “That was what I am, that sex was my essence, not just the fucking. It was everything. It was not having to hide or be afraid of judgment. When I’m in Sodom, I know that for just those hours inside, Baby can be loved.”
My thoughts return slowly, trying to normalize my breathing, seeing the slight sadness reflected in her gaze.
“I’ll never be loved. I won’t have that vanilla sex, nor will I know what it’s like to be loved with affection...”
I remove the pillow between us, raising my hand to her face. Amid her gray-blue irises, I see the silly Ginger in her eyes. Baby doesn’t speak, but inside, she desires the quiet, monotonous life of a true relationship with someone. Sitting on a couch at the end of the day, watching TV, sharing fears, dreams, and achievements with her partner. The blonde in front of me is a reflection of the free woman I want to be, and the silly Ginger inside me is the mirror of Baby. We are the reflection of two mirrors. One longs to live the other’s life. I want her to see that she deserves all the love in the world, and it’s this desire that makes me lean in slowly, letting my lips touch hers, kissing her with the purest love.
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