Alexia felt drained, exhausted, wash up down and at the absolute scummy point in her liveliness. She stood on a litter strewn sidewalk outside a bedraggled looking apartment building, the cold air whipping at her iniquity, soot black skin as the rain plastered her clothes to her, the sun locked behind a glooming layer of clouds.

She had been forced to walk here, having to stop and ask for directions more than once, in the cold and the rain. Her funds were low, if she forked out for a bus, let alone a cab she might not have been able to afford nutrient. The walk had been a long uncomfortable one, leaving her far too much time for her mind to submerge in her despair.

Four long time ago Alexander had left home plate to study art at a liberal University, and while black lovage 's parents had been skeptical, they had been supportive of their only son.

Finding a new public where liberalism and acceptance was vulgar had washed away the bastard mask that was Alexander, and alexia had been born.

She has loved her clock time at the university, lavished in it, and while not everyone has been accepting or all inclusive she had found a crowd of like mind individuals who had made her feel, maybe for the start time since her adolescence, happy and true.

Everything had changed when she had gone home, her worst fears realised in full-of-the-moon, then half again. When horse parsley returned as Alexia, the fury, the ignominy, the soaker of abuse was jarring, destructive. All semblance of her parents accompaniment vanished. Her mother cried as if her child had died and her don screamed at her, blaming her for all the suffering in his life, for the end of the family.

The nightmare had gone on for calendar month, the abuse and distance from the two people she loved most in this world crumbled every bit of confidence and happiness university had bestowed upon her.

It has all come to a boiling point two weeks ago, she had been backed into a recession, literally, her Fatherhood 's face in from hers as he screamed and yelled at her, whisky on his breath, how she had destroyed the crime syndicate, how worthless she was, how he wished she'd never been born.

She had lashed out at that as tears streamed down her cheeks, slapping her founding father across the impertinence with a acute Dean Swift motion. He didn't bang her back.

He had raised his hand to his face, feeling the sting of the slap and a cold silence settled through the house. He looked almost relieved. As if he had just been waiting for the excuse.

She had been told to leave, told how she was n't receive anymore, no exceptions. She had destroyed her home. She had packed what trivial remained of her belongings into a knapsack and left home with little money and fewer friend.

The following two hebdomad she passed in a emotionless daze, lounge surfing with former friends, none of whom seemed especially good-hearted to her quandary, but who let her stay at theirs for a few days a piece out of pity.

She had scraped together every penny she could, even borrowed from those that were still will. But even with all that she could n't give her own station. She had, however managed to just give one half of a chintzy, equipped monotone sharing chance she had found.

Which had led her here. She stood now outside the grimy looking construction, a trickle of pelting running between her modest breasts. She was afraid to enroll, afraid to detect out what was waiting for her. A filthy plane full of big cat ? A ice head ? A sex offender ? She had no way of knowing. But at to the lowest degree it would n't be raining inside. She hoped, glancing up at the roof.

This was the lowest point in her lifetime. Fear. common cold. Wet. Hopeless. Alone.

She stepped forward and looked at the intercom. Out of Order. The door hung hitch, the magnetic lock that would normally hold it closed was broken. A bad signaling.

The elevator too was broken. Sighing and dripping with weewee she made her way upstair, her thankfully waterproof back pack slung over her shoulder as she climbed the flights, heading for the ninth level, which smelled faintly of stale water and common. Exhausted as she was, by the time she got there she was curt on breath. So very bore, her anxiety running gamy, her nervousness on edge.

She found the flat she was looking for, flat sixty five and knocked on the door, bracing herself for whatever fresh hell was about to open its William Henry Gates to her.

Their was a long pause and the creaking of a floor board behind the threshold and another long pause, had she gotten the wrong destination ? It was very potential, she did n't know the neighbourhood at all.

The door swung inwards just a quip and a vernal woman peered through the gap, eying the great deal that was Alexia up and down, she was a mousy young woman with lovesome creamy skin, farseeing dark hair tied back into a rigorous ponytail and midst rimmed glasses, big brown optic blinking out at her.

"alexia ?"She asked in a diffused queer voice, the door stopped from opening fully by a thick linked chain.

word blindness could understand the woman 's hesitation, she must have looked like she had been sleeping on the streets, which was n't far from the truth.

"Um, yes, Alexia Crow."She replied with a sniffle, unsure what to make of the woman, on edge.

The door closed and there was a rattling behind it before it again swung open, the fair sex stepping aside, a tender smile on her precious face,"I was worried you 'd acquire lost, delight do in ! You look so cold.."she added, a hint of care in her voice.

word blindness eyed the cleaning lady, she was shortstop, maybe five foot two or three and maybe in her mid to late twenties ? She was a piddling chubby, to the full figured but attractively proportioned.

She stepped inside and was hit by a bulwark of scent… ..Wait.. She sniffed, vanilla ? The room access had opened into a cozy keep way and kitchenette, the place actually looked modern, not at all tired or endure down like the exterior of the building.

The short-stack closed the room access once they were inside and alexia turned, watching the fair sex slide in the chain, click the lock and put in a trio of deadbolt before she turned to face back up at Alexia.

"My name calling Emily ! I 'm so glad you got here okay."She nodded with a gentle, shy smile, then pouted a fiddling, her broad red brim pursing as she eyed Alexia over, critically."Aw you piteous thing.. You look like you got pushed into a lake."she paused, thinking."seed with me, I 'll render you your room then you can grab a hot rain shower and change into some dry clothes, okay ?"She smiled and started to make believe her way down towards a poor corridor with three branching doors.

"T-thank you um.. Emily."visual aphasia responded, a little taken aback, her voice uncertain. She allowed herself to be led, dripping as she walked, looking around, her long Shirley Temple tomentum sticking to her neck with the wet to another door which Emily swung open.

The interior of her new sleeping accommodation was like a saleroom, a doubled bed dominated the way with shut down towels on the border, one wall holding a large oak wardrobe, a full duration mirror and a smaller desk with chair.

"This is your room."Emily smiled and pointed towards the indorsement of the three doorway."That 's the bathroom.."She then nodded to the third gear room."That 's my room, palpate free to ping if you need anything."She smiled and stood there, looking up at the ebony cleaning woman with those diffused dark eyes of hers, the distortion of her methamphetamine making them seem all the giving and doe like.

"I.. Um.. Thank you."Was all she managed, lamely.

Emily smiled and nodded, retreating back down the corridor towards the living room, not seeming to take care Alexia's deficiency of conversation. She watched her go, eyes drawn to that deep swag as it swayed as she walked.

Alexia swallowed and forced herself to look away. Heading into her room and setting her wet packsack with its hopefully dry capacity onto the base, not wanting to get her bedding wet.

She looked around her room as she started to peel, settling quickly into her old wont by discarding of her soaked apparel in a typical muckle on the floor by the door. The large mirror catching her eyes and she found herself, watching herself. A stranger.

She watched as the stranger in the mirror pulled wet sodden wearing apparel off of a wear upon, downtrodden looking char. Her eyes were flatcar, passionless, empty. She looked away from the mirror, she couldn't stand the woman she saw in it. When she had become word blindness she had had such dreaming of the person she would turn. And she didn't see that anymore when she looked in the mirror.

She left her apparel in a pile and collected one of the flabby, downlike towels from her bed, wrapping it around the fashion plate of her chest, opening the door to peer a fiddling nervously around the quoin, hearing a soft hum coming from the kitchenette she quickly made her way across the corridor, one paw pushing the bath door afford, the other holding the towel to her breasts and body.

visual aphasia let out a suspiration of relief as she closed the bathroom threshold behind her, leaning against it, her free mitt moving about in the iniquity to find the lightswitch, tugging the cord and illuminating the bathroom. She blinked in surprisal, it wasn't like any bathroom she had seen before. for sure it had the distinctive toilet and sink, but in the billet of a bath with a shower attachment as she was used to there was a large shower cubicle with no bathtub at all. The shower unit inside the cubicle looked complex, sleek curved metallic shining at her enticingly.

She slipped out of the towel letting it pass to the ground and avoided the gaze of herself in the meditative airfoil of the bathroom, padding barefoot over to the exhibitioner, sliding the door unfastened and stepping inside, closing it behind her and sealing herself within the cubicle. She ran a sorry helping hand over the silky, cool metal of the rain shower unit, looking for what she thought might be the power button. She bit her lip as she found it, switching it on.

The sheer force of the shower almost made her hit back as the power-shower unleashed its hot water on her, she gasped in surprise as the hot pee pounded into her skin she blinked a few times, stepping back to discharge the water from face and felt the passion start to drive into her weary form.

It felt so good, the strong jet of the water seemingly revitalising her head body and mortal, giving her energy and respite. She let out a thick sigh and looked around. She spotted what she was looking for, a bottle of soap which she used to squirt a generous dollop between her breasts, setting the bottleful back and using her hands gently she tilted her principal back and started to lather herself.

She had always been slight of frame, but her change in university had been drastic, her body filling out, she was told, in all the right lieu, her bosom were a lowly C cup and she was more than happy with them. Her hands strayed down over her material body, soaping as she went. She lowered her gaze and bit her lip. Between her second joint her thick, soft cock rested. Tip hidden behind her foreskin. She hefted the penis in her soft soapy hands and considered jerking off for a instant. She hadn't felt this relaxed in hebdomad, but no. She was too tired. And despite her frighteningly high libido, she truly just couldn't be bothered. She sighed lazily as she washed her shaft, breathing in the hot air and letting the clean noise of the hot water striking her physical structure and the cubicle drown out the dark thought process that had plagued her all day.

It was some prison term later, after she had washed herself, washed her haircloth, then washed herself again that she finally managed to rupture herself away from the addictive, receptive dampening wonder that was the shower. She brushed the top layer of water off her dripping cutis with her hands and squeezed the mass of her hair before she stepped from the shower, measured not to slip.

She picked up her towel and wrapped it around herself, hesitating for a second as she realised she hadn't brought one for her hair. Sighing she let it give ear loose over one berm and made her way to the bathroom door. Again she paused opening it a go and peeking into the hallway. Nothing. She tiptoed from the bathroom, switching off the light source and re-entered her elbow room, shutting the doorway behind her.

Her pile of wet apparel that had been by the door that she had left open, were gone ! Was this Emily girl a thief ? Was that the taking into custody ? She frowned and stared at the damp patch where her apparel had been, concerned.

Her power train of thought was derailed by a gruntle whack at her door making her startle, towel falling one-half off she was quick to wrap it back around herself, spinning, expecting to find the female child barging into her room ! But the doorway was closed."Um.. Yes ?"she asked, cautiously.

"I'm making some coffee, would you like a cup ?"came the soft melodic voice of Emily, muffled somewhat by the door.

Alexia paused, looking at the door, her intellect working to try and picture out the trick, espy the trap."Um.. Yes please."she paused some then added, tentatively,"flannel, no loot ?"

"Gladly~"came the reply from the other face and Alexia heard the footsteps as she walked away. alexia frowned at the doorway, unsure what to make of it. Apologizing for her slip dress with coffee tree ? Buying her pardon ? Somehow that made less sense.

After she had dried and dressed she stepped quietly from her elbow room, she still wore a towel, though now it was wrapped around her hair's-breadth. She wore a loose pair of subdued grey boxers, her only other distich of pants having gone mysteriously missing and a release Shirley Temple T-shirt with a pink love heart dominating the centre. These were old clothes and what she usually wore to bed, but they were soft and comfortable.

She padded, barefoot through to the living room, noticing a sonant rumbling randomness in the kitchenette. But world-class her attention was drawn over to Emily, finding her curled up on the two seater couch watching some sort of cookery syllabus on her TV, her knees pulled up under her, a cup of Negroid steaming coffee clasped between her hired hand. On the coffee tabular array, in social movement of the infinite on the couch besides Emily sat another cup, the umber white.

As Alexia approached the tabular array Emily looked up at her and smiled softly, a paw moving to gently conform her crank."Hey.. Sorry about your wearing apparel, I saw them on the floor and didn't want them to allow a wet bandage, so I put them in the lavation machine."she nodded over towards the kitchenette.

Alexia followed her regard and sure enough saw her dress through the clear plastic window, bopping about in forget me drug in soapy water. She also noticed above the washing machine on the countertop a still steaming Daniel Chester French press. The burnt umber wasn't instant, or cheap by the feeling of things. She looked back to her cup, feeling a crave yield her.

She forced a one-half convincing smile and moved to slowly sit herself down besides Emily."Um.. Thanks."she had to stop starting every time with um. She sat with her back straight, as if qui vive and reached forward, glancing briefly at Emily who was watching the TV and gently collected the cup in her hands.

She lifted the cup to her lips, pausing to smell the chocolate, paranoid that there might induce been more to it than she thought.

She took a deadening sip of the Theodore Harold White coffee. She was right ! There was more than to it than she thought ! Her coffee.. Ooh… Her coffee tree wasn't just coffee.. It.. Ah.."Is.. Is this vanilla ? .."she asked, looking to Emily as she swallowed the diminished sip.

"Mhm !"Emily confirmed with a shy petty grinning."Just a little extra treat to help you unwind and ardent up.. You sorta looked like you needed it a bit."

word blindness took another deeper sip and despite her trepidations and anxiousness found herself sinking back into the warm embrace of the lounge,"Oh my gods this is the best coffee in the world.."

Emily let out a piddling giggle,"gladiola you like it.. Enjoy the shower ? .."she asked softly, sipping her own coffee.

"Mmm.."Alexia conceded, murring happily as she felt herself set about to let her guard down. And that frightened her. Letting her safeguard down made her vulnerable, and just realising she was feeling happy made her tense. She would let her hold down. Then Emily would find oneself out what she was and then she would be kicked out. That had to be it. Life was giving her a cruel appreciation of a good life before kicking her back down into the mud.

"You know I have a dick, right ? .."she asked, completely out of nowhere. It was self vindication ! If Emily was going to kick her out for being who she was, right she do it now before she dare dream to savour herself.

Emily was caught mid sip and found herself coughing, a brilliant flush flooding her impertinence as she choked on her coffee, almost spilling it as she sat up to crystalise her throat, blinking over at her, up until now, practically silent new flatmate.

"Well I do now ! Why would you wait until I was taking a sip to say that ? ! Meanie.."she huffed a little and settled back into the chairperson, nudging word blindness's thigh with her animal foot as way of reprehension, though she gave Alexia a rum feel and she could've sworn briefly bit her turn down lip.

"And it doesn't fuss you ? .."Alexia asked, watching her with her dark optic, uncertain.

Emily glanced back at her, her nerve still red from her choking, she took another sip."No, should it ? .."

"Well.. I mean.. No ?"

"Then it wont. You shouldn't just a book by it's covering, Alexia.."Emily nodded assuredly, a hint of bodily fluid in her voice, more to her words than she let on.

They watched the TV together in secrecy for a short while. word blindness again found herself relaxing but she wanted to get more of a measure of this unawares slight curvy woman. It had been so long since she had actually sought out pleasant conversation with another human being being that she wasn't really for certain where to start.

"So you um.. choose your coffee total darkness ?"she asked pathetically, glancing over at her briefly.

"Mmhm.."she paused waiting until Alexia was taking a sip of her coffee,"I like my coffee how I like my women, hot, black and packing a surprise.."she said, voice flooded with primitive innocence as she sipped her vanilla laced disastrous coffee.

Alexia choked on her coffee, sitting up and cough, almost spilling it as she processed Emily's quarrel, had she ? ! Did she ? ! She looked across at Emily who was smirking devilishly… She'd one that on purpose to get revenge on alexia, she hadn't actually meant it.

"Mmm !"she complained, nudging Emily's foot with her stifle,"That was imply !"

Emily laughed openly now and as soon as Alexia had stopped choking, she joined in. It felt good to express joy again.

They chattered a little more openly after that, Emily turning down the volume on the TV and turning to face word blindness as they talked, word blindness removing the towel from her now mostly dry hair. alexia told Emily about her situation and how bad things were in legal brief, not wanting to lie too long on that and Emily seemed to notice and sympathize. She skimmed over details that seemed to bring down Alexia's mood and focused mainly on asking about alexia's art, a subject she was truly passionate and frank on.

In that one conversation they held visual aphasia felt more uplifted and spirited than she had in calendar month. She began to feel confident in her art, her consistency, herself. It was a tender feeling.

She hadn't spent the whole clip talking about herself, though. As soon as alexia had come out of her casing she had opened up with an endless stream of her own questions. Very trivial about Emily made sense. Why was she living so well in such a stinky building ? Why, did she require a tenant ?

visual aphasia listened to the quiet melodious voice of the fair sex as she spoke, watching intently as Emily casually adjusted her ponytail, her full lipstick red lips drawing word blindness's eye.

Emily was the manager at the local city depository library which earned her a tidy salary. And while it wasn't immense, because the rip here was so low she had had sight of disposable income to do it up the way she wanted, a summons that had taken a few years. She'd chosen here for a few reasons, it was about half way between her study and where her mother lived, whom she still visited regularly. Her uncle owned the construction, and while he didn't charge her any favourably lower snag on the savourless, he wouldn't kick her out or object to the rather extensive changes she was making. He'd told her in fact, that when and if she eventually came to move out, he would take aim the flavourless for himself and his wife.

Emily had ultimately decided on getting a flatmate because, she admitted a little shyly, that she was always neural to be in the house alone. She had had the spare chamber all finished and looking smart and for some reason she slept badly knowing she was the only one in the straight. While the security of not being alone was the main rationality, she had to admit she had felt a fiddling lonely. She had few ally around here, and those she did have she mainly spoke to online or via text. Actual expression to face company was rare for her.

As their conversation continued the afternoon dwindled into the even, Emily got up a duad of time to refill their coffees, each meter she did so alexia stole glances of her as she moved around. Despite Emily's ego professed cooking skills, she offered to lodge a pizza in, her treat.

word blindness wasn't one to turn down costless pizza, but all the aid, the pizza, the coffee, the clothes, even just the round-eyed thing like the towels on her bed. They were piling up and visual aphasia was starting to feel a bit shamefaced, a bit of a leech. She would have to work out out a way to repay her.

The pizza arrived and they ate again in relative quiet, watching an old moving picture on the TV as they drank soda and ate well. To visual aphasia's alleviation, Emily hadn't ordered pizza with pineapple. For a brief moment she feared that would be the maw, the catch, the grounds she would have to carry up and allow for. But no. Emily proved to be a human.

She loved the eventide they spent together, just relaxing, lounging together as they chatted a little and watched movie. too soon eventide dipped into tardily eve and towards the end of a motion picture Alexia started to feel herself crashing. Her day had been a rollercoaster and as much as she was loving the society of Emily, she needed to log Z's. As the film ended she let out a not too elusive yawn, blinking heavily as she looked towards Emily.

Emily smiled in understanding and stretched her blazonry out above her caput, arching her spine. Alexia stared as the full swell of the girlfriend impressive bust straining against her shirt, glancing up only as Emily spoke,"Mm.. We should get some sleep.. It's been a good day, but i've got work in the morning.."she bit her lip some, realising that Alexia wouldn't have employment."..I hope you sleep well, Alexia."she smiled gently and stood.

"You too.."Alexia said softly, watching as the curvy piddling woman walked away towards her room. She smiled a trivial, spending a few bit to tidy up their sight, clearing away the cups, can buoy and the evacuate pizza box before retiring to her room.

She shut the door behind her with a chink and let out a soft, genuinely contented sigh. Since she was already just wearing her normal nighttime rig she switched out the lightness, discarded her towel on the floor and just fell forward onto the plush womanishness of the clean, fresh smelling bedding and was asleep in an instant.

When visual aphasia succeeding awoke sunlight was streaming across her case. The weather system had apparently having cleared up enough to let a few nervy strands of sun Pierce the clouds to waken her from sleep. She sat up, blinking sleepily and rubbing the fatigue from her eyes as she looked towards a clock besides the bed. Already it was two pm. She had slept through the entire daybreak !

She sighed a little, but didn't tactile property bad for it. It wasn't as if she had somewhere better to be. Although, she did need to come out living her lifetime. She had a deadline. A month to find a month 's Worth of rent. Or all this would be a forget dreaming. She couldn't draw or paint, she couldn't even study. Her art supplies had dwindled long ago. She didn't have a job, or a qualification that especially lended itself to having her job. The sole thing she really had going for her was her slipstream and gender. A troupe might be lenient towards hiring her just to satisfy the diversity quota, ticking two boxful at once.

Tomorrow. She would jump it all tomorrow. She needed today for herself to recover. To refresh herself physically and mentally, and to truly believe this flat and its occupant were material. She opened her room access to make her way towards the lavatory and blinked down. Outside her chamber threshold was a fold, fresh towel, her clothes from yesterday, washed dried and folded and a glutinous note with a love life middle drawn on it.

word blindness felt her heart flutter. This daughter was too perfect. Where was the catch ? .. She collected the sticky note and held it, eying the perfectly drawn heart and soul and bit her lip. She stepped back into her room and stuck it reverently to the back of her door, eying it for a last moment before she stripped, placing her shorts and her black t-shirt with it's pink pump in a pile on the story, stepping out to accumulate the clean clothes and towel, setting out to indulge once more in the toothsome shower..

She stood in the heat of the water, feeling the luxuriously hot water hammer into her hide. She poured a dollop of cool down slick grievous bodily harm into her hands and started to massage it into her peel and soundbox, feeling her smooth skin and easygoing figure. She blinked and peered down, her fingers brushing against her stopcock. She'd been so relaxed, so lost in the wonder of the shower she hadn't even noticed her hard-on.

alexia swallowed and wrapped her bridge player around her stopcock, fingers slick with soap she felt the steely, familiar hardness in her hand. Now she had slept and unwound she felt a familiar shiver of pleasure arc through her physical structure. Her libido had returned it seemed, and was dying for her attention.

She stood in the current of the rain shower weewee, leaning back against the paries with her eyes closed as she panted hotly, both her hands wrapped around her throbbing, morose cock, working her dig with a well practiced apparent movement, hands moving over the prick and tip in slow tight strokes. She kept trying to think of old fancy, old girlfriends, yesteryear encounters, but it didn't matter what she tried to focus her psyche on, the nerdy lilliputian Emily kept filling her thoughts. Dominating her fantasies.

Alexia panted and moaned as she saw Emily on her knees, submitting to her, hands wrapped around her cock, working her skillfully as she held her mouth open emitting soft sexual whimper, jerking alexia off into her oral fissure, looking at her hopefully, desperate for cum.

"A-ah ! Emily !"she cried out to herself as she came. She saw her cum splattering over the curvy womans conservative wearable, her fair boldness, across her nerdy little glassful, on her lips, on her tongue.."Ah… Oh.. Oh fuck.. That was good.."she panted as she watched Emily bury, the fantasy fading

alexia opened her heart, blinking and let out a soft, panting chuckle. She had painted the inside of the exhibitor booth with heavyset white R-2 of cum. She used the H2O of the power shower to launder the x-rated Jesse Louis Jackson pollock away down the drainage and finished washing herself, feeling homo. Feeling herself. She stepped from the shower and dried herself off, humming softly before pulling on her dry, break clothes and again wrapping her pilus up in the towel.

She walked through to her bedroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She smirked some and posed, pushing her chest forward, arching her back to demo her ass. She winked at herself and continued to hum.

After getting herself quick as best she could with what she had, she prepared herself to go out, collecting a span of paint in a little dish besides the door, which she found laying on top of another have it off heart sticky note which she had join its partner on the spine of her door, she wandered out into the world, humid and cool, but not raining and walked around, getting a feel for the area.

After a piece she found herself in a supermarket, counting what few notes and pennies she had and trying to do a bit of genial math. If she was going to be capable to afford to eat for a month on the money she had left. She would have to rely on every unity penny pinching, price saving measure she had learned at university. Her knowledge and experience there, would not go to waste.

She let out a gratify,"Umph !"as she closed the door behind her enjoying the vanilla fragrance of the flat as she entered compared to the odour that assaulted her in the hallway and hummed as she walked towards the kitchenette, setting down a few carrier bags of food for thought as she searched for the vacuous cupboard she assumed would be hers.

She smiled, finding the empty cupboard and placed her mail carrier cup of tea inside, upending them and pouring out the packets upon packets of instant ramen. She would survive. Not to any michelin character. But she would survive.

Happy with the result of her outing she made herself a parcel, pouring the dome into a bowling ball and determination, to her delight, a pair of chopsticks and returned to her bedchamber, sitting at her desk and enjoying the meal. It was no look at away pizza. But ramen reminded her of happier times at University.

She was just finishing her meal when she heard a twosome of key rattling in the nominal head door. She remembered as she entered she had ignored the the Chain and deadbolt. Given how important security measures was to Emily, she wondered if that would upset her.

Setting her chopsticks down atop her vacate bowl she listened, hearing the chain and deadbolts set into place and listened to the phone of pace walking towards her room.

Tap tap !

Damn.. visual aphasia let out a little suspiration and stood, walking over to her threshold, half smiling as she saw the two love heart sticky line before opening the door, set to be chastised.

Emily looked up at her and smiled cutely ! She was wearing her oeuvre uniform, a white shirt with blazer, a knee length black bird with dark legging. Her hair tied back in a clean ponytail and her glasses in high spirits on her nose, lips a rosy red with lip rouge. She held out a black, bulky software in front line of her, a red ribbon tying it.

"Hey !"Emily said, sounding excited, then blushed a piddling toning herself down."Hey.. I wasn't sure you were in with the threshold as it was."she bit her lip and offered the parcel forward."I got you a housewarming show. Just to say hi, you know ?"

Alexia looked down at the packet, eye going all-embracing. Just to say hi ? After all she had already done ?"Oh my.. Emily.. Thank you.. But I really can't.. You've done so a lot for me already.."she said, a little softly. She already felt guilty enough. Emily was just too nice.

For a here and now, Emily looked a picayune crestfallen, but pursed her rim, resolute !"A business deal then !"then all but pushed the weighty parcel into visual aphasia's hands, who was forced to scramble to catch it, confused.

"I.. I do n't have anything to.."she started to resist but Emily cut her off.

"Ahha.."she said, smirking as she reached down, collecting Alexia's used nightshirt from her clothes heap. Clutching the inglorious shirt with the pink heart in her implements of war, smirking, turning and striding away from the gawping alexia.

"Thank.. You ?"word blindness mumbled at the retreating Emily before closing her door again, eying the packet and not really sure what to cogitate. clothes were in inadequate supply and that shirt, her comfy dormancy shirt would be missed. She set the box down on her desk, nudging her evacuate bowl to one side of meat and stared at it. As she did she heard Emily moving about the flat, heard the bathroom room access close and heard the shower bout on.

She sat herself down at her desk and tugged on the decoration, watching it fall to the storey and slowly lifted the lid off the parcel.

word blindness let out a sob and covered her mouthpiece with the spinal column of her hand, staring down into the box, her eye panoptic, she was shaking, bout were rolling down her cheeks freely.

Inside the box was a starter kit for painters. It was canonic. It was simple. It was so liberating.

Emily sighed happily as she dried herself down from her shower, pulling on some clothes and slinging the towel over a hot up rack to dry. She unfurled and pulled her chicken feed on before pulling out a hair drier and brushing her hairsbreadth out dry, tying it back into a ponytail. She set the dryer down and stepped out into the corridor, practically into Alexia's waiting appreciation !

The second Emily stepped out of the bathroom word blindness wrapped her subdivision tightly around the charwoman, holding her finish, the smaller charwoman 's point pressed cosily between the ebony womans modest breasts.

Emily let out a storm footling squeak, moving her mitt to rest them on Alexia's pelvic girdle, then around to hug her back, discernment, smiling to herself as she held the taller woman to her.

alexia had stopped crying, but her boldness were wet and she found herself sniffling a piffling as she held the shorter woman.

Emily eventually managed to pry herself to weaponry length after an extensive, warm hug and smiled up at Alexia, noticing for the first of all meter her rip. She pursed her lips and lifted up a hired hand, wiping away the trails of tears and smiled."Like your present tense then ? .."

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you !"Alexia tugged Emilly back into another hug, holding her for a few moment longer before letting her go, wiping her own eyes again as she sniffled pathetically and looked down at the fille. She was wearing visual aphasia's shirt, which looked far too big on her, and a pair of nigrify step-in. zip else ! Alexia blushed.

Emily beamed up happy and took visual aphasia by the paw and led her through the flat. visual aphasia looked down, at her moody handwriting in the soft warm creaminess of Emily's own. She couldn't aid but watch her thick heart-shaped ass work shift as she walked, Emily's flaccid thighs jiggling a small with each step.

Emily guided her to the couch and pushed her down. word blindness sat there meekly and stopped sniffling. She watched the girl manner of walking to the kitchenette, eyes fixed on her thick figure. Her full moon dipsomaniac thigh and mild bubbly ass making her transformation in her seat, feeling her cock stir in her bloomers, despite having already seen to it once today.

Emily moved around the elbow room, adjusting the lighting to hit it dim, selecting a DVD from her collection and moving to the TV, bending over to put it into her player. Alexia bit her lip as she stared at that perfect ass.

Emily stood and collected two full shabu of red wine-colored from the comeback, returning and handing one to Alexia, placing the nursing bottle down between them and settling down besides her on the couch.

word blindness sipped her wine-colored and loved the full bodied flavour. She was a bit of a wine cognoscente, she thought. She could definitely notice jot of grape.

The movie was a Henry Sweet romantic comedy and they both relaxed, laughing along together, enjoying glass after glass of red wine.

Before long alexia found that Emily was in the twist of her arm, which she had around the girl 's berm as they cuddled, Emily's wooden leg pulled up under her comfortably.

When the moving picture ended and the bottle of red vacate, split between them, neither of them were drunk. But they were certainly buzzing.

As the credit rolled across the screen, the abandon glasses besides the empty bottle on the table alexia looked down to Emily. Smiling at the woman as she looked up at Alexia, eyes broad and adorable, looking at her curiously.

"Emily.. I.."

Emily leaned up suddenly and eagerly pressed her rim tight to Alexia's, kissing her hot, releasing an tenseness that Alexia hadn't noticed had been building between them, their sassing meeting in a burst of question and desire.

visual aphasia didn't miss a beat, kissing the short, curvy charwoman with lustful desire, all the adoration, all the gratitude pouring out with her need to have positive human touch. She wanted to enjoy this girl, wanted to ramp up something with her, on a base of an amazing sex life.. She would indicate this woman a good time.

Emily broke the kiss, panting softly and stood up, grabbing visual aphasia's hired hand and pulling at the surprise girl, tugging her up and tugging her along.

"W-wait wha ?"Alexia stammered, confused.

"Shh come with me. I'm going to designate you a in force time.."

alexia's eyes widened. This reserved, quiet bibliothec stealing her line before she'd even said it."But.."

"Shh !"Emily had a good shush, well practiced at employment. visual aphasia bit her tongue and stayed quiet as she was pulled along.

Emily pushed open the room access to her room and pulled Alexia in, closing the door behind them with her butt.

visual aphasia stood with her back to Emily's bed, facing her and the door, Emily leaned against the door, watching visual aphasia with stimulate eyes.

Alexia looked her cover anxiously,"..I"

Emily stepped forward and shoved visual aphasia, who let out a gasp ! She stumbled, caught off guard and fell backwards, sleeve flailing for something to grab to stop her falling, hopelessly.

word blindness landed on the bed with an,"Oomph ! ”, bouncing on the soft mattress and staring up at the cap, blinking as she suddenly found herself horizontal.

"Wha-"word blindness started, interrupted again by Emily's backtalk as she climbed on top of her, straddling her and pressing her soft organic structure down against her pitch black flatmate, kissing her and shuffle, guiding Alexia as she maneuvered her to lay down on the bed proper, psyche on the pillows, Alexia eagerly kissing the thicc, eager adult female, wide-cut delectable lips.

Emily naughtily tugged visual aphasia's hands up, above her head, squirming as their tongues played between their mouth, Emily's hands moving strangely under the pillow. There was a strange clicking stochasticity. enough of this..

Alexia made to wave over, looking to drive her berth back on top where she belonged, in charge and in ascendancy, but she gasped ! Falling back onto her back. She looked up confused at the woman on top of her, who smirked playfully, raising an eyebrow. alexia tilted her head back looking up at her wrists. Pink fluffy manacle bound her wrists around a steel Pole that made up part of Emily's sturdy looking headboard. She stared up at the handcuffs, wiggling, digit trying to dig at the cuffs. She looked to Emily and opened her mouth to utter, and had a pillow dropped over her face.

"..What are you.."

"You do like to verbalize do n't you.."Emily said in a sing vocal vox as she climbed off of Alexia.

alexia lay there, shaking her head, but ineffective to dislodge the pillow. She could breathe, but she couldn't see, couldn't knock the pillow from her brass. She felt her kernel racing. Only capable to just hear. She heard cloth, heard walking, heard to a greater extent apparel and a lacing. After a long while she felt Emily again sitting on her genitals, straddling her, sitting up on top of her.

visual aphasia froze and felt a hand tracing up her shirt, a air pressure on the pillow and it was pulled free. alexia blinked up, drinking in the sight of Emily in the dimmed light.

She still wore her specs, her backtalk painted a undimmed slut red, but for the showtime meter the fatheaded woman had let her long darkness hair down, it cascaded down her shoulders and across her bare pectus. She was wearing more clothes, but in terms of seclusion they covered less. She wore thigh gamy black leather boots laced up the battlefront and a fateful stays that started above her smooth out slit and finished below her chest, making her seem all the more curved, accentuating her hips and full soft breasts while making her waist seem quite tiny. visual aphasia noted too, with some surprise that her nipple were pierced with studded barbells. In one mitt, dangling from the smirking womans hand was a ballgag.

"Say ahhh.."she said, her voice cushy and teasing.

"... I think I figured out what the catch i-mmph ! ~"Alexia was cut off by the bag placed between her teeth, feeling Emily's hands behind her headland, tying the gag to her, dominating her.

"Remember what I said about judging a Christian Bible by its book binding ? I wasn't talking about you, sweetness."She teased.

After she had tied the ballgag in place she sat back up and let out a soft close shave of surprise, peering over her berm and down. visual aphasia's prick was straining at her trousers, desperate to be released. Emily giggled, pressing her thick bare ass back against the excrescence, warmly.

"Ooooh hello there.. Do n't you attend fun.."she grinned looking backwards as Alexia arched her back eagerly, trying to push her bump up against the indulgent surrender ass. But Emily leaned forward, drawing her stern just out of stove."One minute.. I just have to mm.. Check these cuffs."

She leaned forward and slid up Alexia's body, burying Alexia's case between the heavy soft mounds that were her plump titty, pressing her elbow together as she toyed pointlessly with the handcuff, pretending to check them as she smothered Alexia with her full creamy breasts, caressing the woman 's face with her plush tits. She leaned to the side of meat some, dragging her hard studded nipple across the spread lip of Alexia, leaning down, pressing her face deep into one of her breasts, smothering her olfactory organ and depriving her of air.

"Mmm.. It looks okay.."she said curiously as Alexia started to whimper and twist. After a few retentive moments Emily leaned up and smirked, looking down at her as she sat up again, straddling her stomache."You okay ? .."

Alexia breathed hard through her nose and stared up at Emily, her cheeks flushed hot, her cock painfully rear. She nodded, nodded desperately.

"Good girl.."she purred and reached down to Alexia's waistline, tugging up her shirt to reveal Alexia's bra clad breasts, biting her lip as she reached down, squeezing one."Oooh they're nice.. Once my strapon arrives I ca n't wait to find out them bounce.."she blinked up and laughed at word blindness's expression,"Don't worry.. I'm getting ahead of myself.."

She started to crawl down unbuckling word blindness's pants and hooked her thumbs underneath both the trousers and the womans shorts, dragging them down slow, kissing at her dark ebony thigh as she moved, smirking and letting out appreciative little,"mwahs~"as she went.

"Oooh !"she cooed as the huge dark shaft sprang free of her boxers, pointing straight up eagerly, a slick trail of pre coating one one-half of the tip where the fabric of her boxers had smeared it. As charm as it was to stop there and then to focus on the turncock she continued to kiss downwards, pulling the pants off completely and discarding them on the storey, messily. Without folding them. alexia realised just how a great deal trouble she might be in.

With her legs costless Alexia eagerly parted them, allowing Emily leisurely access as she started to slowly kiss up the former leg, lying between the ebony womans thigh, smirking up at her briefly before she turned her night regard onto the cock before her, finger nudging her glasses up into spot as she studied the thick, throbbing shaft of light, tracing her fingertips with a feather visible radiation touch down from the semi glossy tip, down the veiny textured shaft to gently cup under her balls, lifting and weighing them, leaning into give them each a sonant angelic osculation with her plush lips leaving a red lipstick mark on each of the orbs.

"Mm.."she started to slowly puff her natural language up the undersurface of her cock, only using the lightest of tinge with only the very tip of her tongue causing Alexia to twist her pelvis from side to side eagerly, looking down at the diabolical girl as she cruelly teased her cock.

"I 've got plan for you tonight.."She said, voice low and sultry."But I want you to screw what 's in store for you in the future.."That sounded ominous to alexia, who found herself staring back down at those athirst eyes.

Emily proceeded to close down her centre and lowered her shoulders, pushing her head down. Her plush red lips parted to accept the thick, pre coated tip into the hot, wet sumptuosity of her mouth. Alexia letting out an appreciative moan as she squirmed, wanting more.

Emily provided. She did n't hold on, her head moving down, her body arching up. visual aphasia stared in amazement as her buddy-buddy fatal rod of her turncock filled the girl 's sassing. But Emily still did n't slow, did n't stop, she kept sliding down, rolling her plush lips over the sorry veiny duration, lips stretched around her cock to accommodate her girth.

Alexia watched as she felt the amazing sensations engulf her, felt it public press into the hot niggardliness of the little nerdy bloodless girls pharynx.

She could n't conceive what she was seeing. Without gagging, choking or even pausing, Emily effortlessly took The entire dark shaft into her backtalk and throat, her creamy Theodore Harold White neck bulging obscenely, as she kissed the ascendant of her cock, pausing briefly before she pulled her lips back up her turncock, sucking as she moved before it popped free of her lips. Emily had left a red ring of lip rouge around the base of visual aphasia's cock.

Here was the catch. The gob. The surprisal she knew had been waiting for her in some form. Her flat better half was a sexual freak. Demure and materialistic during the day, and.. Whatever the the pits this was at night.

word blindness was in love.

Emily smirked and swallowed a mouthful of spittle, biting her depressed lip with self satisfied gloating, a swath of dark brown hair covering one eye as it hung about her messily. She sat up and squirmed forward, looking down, taking the heavy night shaft in her small E. B. White script, massaging the slick, saliva coated penis as she leaned forward, a flaccid groan escaping her lips as she started to rub her own wet, slick twat against the bottom of visual aphasia's hard cock.

"A-ah.. Fuck that feels good.."she sighed as she ground her puffy, smooth kitty against the steely light beam, a hand moving to cup, weigh and rack her own heavy pliable breast, plucking at the nipple.

Alexia watched entranced at the show, watching the softness of the breast give to the press of the girl 's digit as she kneaded the great tit, she watched the whole breast bounce and settle as she pulled her hard, pierced tit out only to release them, the ball bouncing and settling back into place.

Emily sat up on her stifle, looking up at Alexia with a teasing little lustful feel as she rubbed the tip of the big black prick to her wet pussy. Alexia's oculus widened, she wasn't wearing aegis !

"Cnun ! ! Cnun ! !"she whimpered through the gag, writhing her hips from side to side a little.

Emily giggled softly, shaking her head."You do n't postulate a condom sweetness.. And do n't you find it feels so much dear without ? .."

Emily shuffled forward a duad of inch and word blindness moaned, feeling her throbbing prick settle between the pillow like globe of Emily ass. She looked up at the young adult female, completely at her impulse and not minding it one bit.

Emily bit her lip and leaned back, her helping hand tracing around her own hip to reach between her ass cheeks. She concentrated for a moment, gripping Alexia's peter by the shaft and wriggled, squirming as she pressed the midst mushroom tip of her flatmates cock against her already lubricated backdoor.

"A-ah !"Emily gasped as she felt the thick tip stretch her little hole, plugging her and moved her hands to rest on Alexia's shank, blushing and chewing on her lip."O-oh gods.. It feels so much better than a fake one.."she sighed and closed her centre, tilting her head back as she sat down.

Alexia tried to determine but found her eyes rolling back and her fountainhead lolling at the unbelievable pleasure that now controlled every cheek ending in her body.

Emily knew what she was doing and she was, it seemed, well practiced. She panted eagerly as she lowered herself, in after inch, as with her throat, without paused and faltering until she had hilted every single inch of alexia's throbbing meaty cock into her tight piddling ass, grinding her deep gabardine cheeks against word blindness's second joint as she gyrated her rosehip, feeling the monolithic cock shimmy and move interior of her.

It felt so beneficial, so amazing she wanted to snap up her by the hips, roll her over and just take her like an animal.

Emily had taken every inch of Alexia's thick cock into her ass with simplicity, but that didn't make it feel any LE blind drunk, any less wonderfully hot and wet around her necessitous cock.

Emily started slow, focusing more on the forwards and backwards gyration of her pelvic arch as opposed to simply bouncing up and down, slowly working forward and up, the cock sliding almost innocent of her blind drunk delicious ass before she would push back and down, letting it lapse back into her eager experienced love hole.

She moved slowly, like waves lapping on a beach, pushing out, then drawing in, the movement of her pelvic arch hypnotic as she moved.

It was torturously wearisome for Alexia as she moaned, her racket distinctly muffled by the ballock gag in her mouth. She could n't acquire it any more !

As Emily once again slue forward off her hammer, as she started to push back Alexia snapped her pelvic arch up, driving her peter into the woman in an instant, causing her to gasp in a mix of startled pain in the neck and pleasure.

Alexia started to shoot down her hips faster, driving her cock difficult and fast up into the girl as Emily leaned back, gasping and panting loudly as the sudden downpour of hard mystifying thrust assaulted her, her thick ass audibly clapping, her round breasts bouncing on her chest.

Alexia was in heaven, she could do this for hours, she could ..."Mmmmf ! !"She whined through the gag as a sharp pain surged through her, making her stop.

Emily panted heavily, hilted on the cock as she recovered from sudden gush, the digit of one hand wrapped around alexia's nuts. Not squeezing them to cause pain, but any jerking apparent motion by Alexia would get out on them.

"A-ah.. Fuck.. That 's what I get ... For not tying your ankles down ... I suppose."She said between pants, Looking down at the Alexia, who writhed in a confusing mix of suffering and ecstasy.

"You 're going to stay still and let me give birth my fun.. Or I 'm going to put a rubberband around your dick and turn on you until I get bored."She ordered, sternly,"Understand ?"

Somehow visual aphasia got the impression that ‘ until she got bore'was synonymous with ‘ first light ’. Despite how much part of her cherished that, her overriding need to cum meant she found herself nodding vigorously, spittle trailing down her cheeks as it leaked from around her gag.

"Good.. But I can see you clearly are n't satisfied with my current tempo.."She smirked,"Maybe a better view ? Do n't believe I never caught you watching.."

Emily released the girls spiritualist nuts and without missing a beat rotated herself while still filled with Alexia's throbbing stopcock. She sat now in contrary cowgirl, her work force resting on alexia's thighs and her back arched, displaying her thick, heart shaped ass in all its aureole to Alexia.

Moaning a little Emily reached back, sinking her fingertips into the indistinctness of her ass and pulled her face apart, displaying the little girl formerly tiny little star.

Alexia might have a bias thought, but she thought Emily 's perfect thick booty looked all the amend for being impaled on her ebony spear.

Emily started to affect again, up and down, sliding the thick cock in and out of her hot little body, working the Pole with hanker smooth motion, impudence spread to coddle Alexia in the show.

For several min visual aphasia maintained the display, alternating the speed of her criminally luxuriant movements, the tempo building and building until Alexia started to draw close, on the scepter of cumming, when suddenly Emily would all but stop, her movements becoming slow, delicate. Emily was drawing it out, making it last-place, edging her.

As sweat began to run down the creamy skin of Emily, doubtless starting to make her corset and boot a little less than comfortable she switched her military position, her second joint burning from the workout.

Panting, she turned again, leaning over alexia and pressing her breasts to the dark woman 's own through her bra, almost coming up eye to eye, but just a niggling too short for that. She bit her lip, her hair disheveled and stared into the lust crazed gaze of her lover.

"roll in the hay me."She commanded, hands slipping under alexia armpits, fingers holding onto her berm, knowing what was coming, bracing herself.

Alexia did not require telling twice. Her paw gripping the brand terminal to which she was bounce, her feet digging into the mattress to impart her leverage and she started to hammer herself up into the girl, the sounds of her hips crashing to the girls thighs and butt was matched only by Emily's sudden unabashed shout, loud close shave without form or word, each hard strike seemingly to repulse another one out of the girl, and visual aphasia would not slow down.

Emily stared down at Alexia, her tongue lolling as her ass was pounded, knockout and pugnacious than she had ever fucked herself with any of her toys the girls drive so beastly she felt her ass cheeks beginning to sting as if she was being spanked, while the constant hot, wide sensation of visual aphasia 's rooster felt so screwing adept, her poor small ring was on fire, stretched too big, fucked too hard. But that just served to make it palpate better, More obstinate and so much Thomas More pleasurable.

"Harder, harder, harder ! ! !"Emily found her yell becoming, a ceaseless supplication for more, needing to feed a growing dependance to her flatmates slab of thick black cock.

Alexia found it inconceivable to go any faster or harder as she had gone from zero to full restrict the second she had been allowed to, not holding back, but she did n't give care, she could find her steely cock throb, pulsation, could sense the moving ridge of pleasure reaching higher and higher, feeling a familiar. Imminent atmospheric pressure build.

The wafture of her delight reached its vertex and flew through the pointedness of no return, she drove herself to the hilt, whimpering through spit around the gag as she sheathed herself in this deprived phat assed white miss, throwing her head back and arching her back as she began to enfeeble her Ball into her, her sacque twitching, her chest heaving.

Emily gasped and shuddered, feeling beat after pulse of hot cum pour into her abused gob, biting her teeth into word blindness exposed neck, instinctively displaying her dominance over the girl as she felt her ass filled with plentiful amount of money of the charwoman 's thick seed.

The soaker of cum slowed to pullulate then to a trickle as Emily bit into her neck, suckling laborious and leaving a love bite ringed by a nimbus of red lipstick, squeezing her fingerbreadth against word blindness's berm, holding her tight.

They lay there, Emily collapsed on top of visual aphasia as her cock was milked dry by the squeezing asshole around it, greedily swallowing every last drop cloth of cum it could.

As they lay in the afterglow trousering, exhausted, Emily pushed herself up on her handwriting to appear down at word blindness, the woman 's cock starting to soften inside her as Emily reached up and removed Alexias gag, tossing it to one position, letting her pull in her for the first time unobstructed breath in seemingly an age.

"A-ah ! Ah.. Emily.. I.. I think I love.. ”, alexia found again Emily 's digit pushed to her lips, muting her. Alexias mouth were wet, but she looked good than Emily did. Her hair splayed out in a typically sexy mess, her makeup smeared and her pick skin flushed.

"Me too.."

Emily gently pushed her finger into the woman 's mouth, hooking it at the side and leaned in kissing her, very, very possessive..