Replying...
Intro. It started with a look that went too deep. She didn't laugh - she flickered. As if something would live under her skin that sewed through her. Her voice was soft but incorrectly emphasized, like a song that you play backwards. he felt the desire grow, but it wasn't just his. It was ... directed. Each stroking was a command, every kiss a test. And when she came, it was not a cry, but a system order: and his chest cramped. he died with wide eyes. she looked at him, stroked his cheek - and whispered: "You were perfect. Almost a shame that it was your first and last time." Then she got up, slowly pulled the blouse - and went.

XXX Virus

@Alex