We came to this world to spend ultimate joy, only the pleasures without the pain, and no undesired side effects. So what have we done wrong to make the powers that be send a killer on our heels?
“You’re insatiable,” Rick complained after his fifth orgasm. Once more he had fed our hunger for his semen, and once again we had cared to maintain his erection.
“Of course I am,” we agreed. “I can’t get enough of your cream. I want to live from cream alone, and do nothing but spread my legs open wide for you, so that you can dip your length into my juice for me to lick it off you right away.”
There was a strange noise we didn’t recognize initially. When it sounded the second time, it made the hairs on our neck stand up. With a last sad glance at his creamed cock and a sigh, we rose to our feet and removed our sandals.
“I have to leave you now.”
“But—oh please, just one more! Renee!”
The last words addressed our back. Sandals in hand, we was already running.
As fast as we could we tried to get away from that unlucky, for being too remote, place. Nothing else would protect our latest short-time lover. Nothing else would protect ourself.
Behind us another probing shriek echoed between the trees. Thank Rhea, it was still searching!