t to,” he tinued. “It would be quite the thrill,” he said, again softly tossing that filthy, slanted smile at me again.
I couldn’t resist. I wao feel him all over me. I put my right hand on his dick, stroked it a few times and then reached into my bag between his legs.
“I told myself I was just joking when I decided t s and lube to the Arctic Circle.”
“H you were.”
And then I stood up and walked quietly to the bathroom past my two colleagues from bia, Jeanne Richardson and Miryam Bugeaud, who were in fatirely asleep in their seat together, one’s head on top of the other. I looked back at Andreas looking out the window, and then tio the latri the very back.
I pulled my pants down, lubed myself up a bit, and then waited. About a minute passed before I heard a knock at the door, ope, and, before I even really gathered and prepared myself, heard the door close, was turned 180 degrees around by big, powerful hands, heard quick kling and the him burst right into me, stretg me out on the inside like a wool sock.
“The storm’s getting closer,” he whispered in my ear between pumps, and then paused.
“I’ll keep you warm,” he whispered, his warm breath sliding over the right side of my neck, over vulnerable nerve endings and thin blood vessels pulsiedly under fragile skin.
I gave myself over to him. I barely knew him but I khat at that moment I wao be nothing more than his. He took off his cotton shirt and suddenly I could feel his bare, scruffy stomach against my bare back as he forced my pelvis against the little metal sink with each thrust.
It seemed to be growing hotter and angrier inside of me. I just khat the sound of my body being forced against the sink and the wall was growing louder, but I couldn’t mao give a shit as I only grew hornier knowing he was inside me, making me warm inside and out.
He kissed my nape and then the left side of my neck where the neck meets the shoulder and then he softly graz