Hannah relaxed back into the ease of the low leather chair, her Michael Kors bag on the floor besides her, her plain white coffee cup on a dish in front of her, her eyes scanning across the hush cafe, looking for her protagonist, Victoria, who just a couple moments ago had been queued behind her, ordering her own life-giving drink.

She raised a hired man and waved as she saw Queen Victoria, now with her own umber glancing about to make out her admirer. She smiled familiarly as she spotted Hannah and approached casually, settling down in the seat opponent and placing her cup and saucer down too, relaxing with a soft sigh.

"Busy workweek ?"Hannah asked, a soft smirk on her full red sassing as she tilted her heading, looking across the table at her former manager, her oculus tracing over the charwoman 's slender body, lingering on her full chest, outlined by her smarting attire.

"Oh, you have no idea, two hoi polloi called in sick this week and-"

Hannah waved a hand dismissively,"Pfff, I didn't mean body of work, come on, ‘ busy workweek'? Any new conquest to speak of ?"she grinned, briefly fishing her phone out of her skinny jeans sack, helpless in her need to hold in for new notifications, opting then to pass on her phone out on the table.

capital of Seychelles let out a minuscule laugh and shook her head, a garden pink undertone on her cheeks as she nudged her methamphetamine hydrochloride back up slightly, smiling across at Hannah,"Oh you haven't changed a bit have you."

"What, since we met for coffee and gossiped last workweek ?"She smirked,"Not much, no. follow on, spill."

Victoria let out a faux defeated sigh, then picked up her cup, taking a sip before smirking too,"Alright alright, so there 's this guy at work called Bob Dylan okay ? He's a part-timer who's just started, tardily teens I think, not sure but he's got the most gorgeous hazel eyes, short darkness hair, penny-pinching piddling thing, mmf."

"Oooh, he sounds divine ! So, what ? You did him in the changing room ?"Hannah pressed, biting her lip eagerly as she leaned forward, clasping her cup in her hands.

Victoria shook her heading regretfully,"I didn't really think twice about him at first, but, ah, let 's just say I was having a ‘ hard'day and he, well, saw my bonus package. He didn't lusus naturae out, he just blushed and looked very interested."

"Soooo what ? The bath ? semen on, where'd you fuck him !"Hannah whined a little, aegir for the sordid inside information, practically bouncing in her chairwoman, though she kept her burnt umber steady.

Victoria smirked and shook her head once more,"No, I haven't actually fucked him yet, I'm being very flirty and suggestive but he's playing tough to get,"she bit her lip,"I think he might own figured out how a lot I love the hard to get game."

Hannah let out a pent-up breathing time and deflated some,"Aww Vicky you cock tease ! You get me all worked up and left me wanting,"she pouted adorably,"he's probably got a girlfriend already."

Victoria Falls smirked a slight and shrugged,"Hope so, that'd be pretty hot I guess."

Hannah laughed a lilliputian,"You're hopeless !"

"I think that's why we get on so well sweetie,"Queen Victoria smiled and Hannah laughed a little.

They both sipped from their coffee bean, Hannah checking her earphone, then using the screen to check over her makeup,"So that was it huh ?"she asked without looking up from her telephone set,"Your busy calendar week and you didn't actually, you know, stupefy your dick in anyone ?"

"Afraid not,"Vicky sighed wistfully,"I've just been chasing this Bob Dylan cutie… But come on, tell me about you. I'm sure you've got some interesting narration or ten to evidence, you always do."

Hannah grinned,"Pfff ten, that was only ever the once ! But you're right on, I've always got at least one, okay, so, I think this boy is going to be right up your alley."

Victoria nodded gently then pursed her lips curiously,"right field up my alley as in, this story is going to provide me with dismal balls, or right up my alley as in, you're going to give way me his number at the end of this ?"

Hannah winked playfully,"Bit of both I think."

Victoria settled back in her chair, holding her cup and nodded, excited and expectant.

"Alright, well, he's called Ben, forgetful dark John Brown hairsbreadth, a bit of a sporty eccentric so his body is, oh my god, his consistency is super fit Vicky, I think he plays badminton. His ass is properly sculpted."

"You're speaking my language so far,"she conceded, smiling.

"Just you wait,"Hannah grinned,"So I met him on craigslist,"she held up a hand as Queen Victoria made to speak,"Yeah yeah I know, dodgy place, but he was looking for a gal like us to carry out a fantasy of his."

Hannah paused for a import, smirking as she let the hype shape for a few key endorsement, Victoria merely raising a singular eyebrow.

"Rape fantasy. Receiving end."

Victoria gasped a piffling and tip forward,"No way ? Really ?"she all but whispered.

Hannah grinned triumphantly and nodded,"Aw Vicky, I wish I'd recorded it, honestly the best fucking lay I've had in months. He put up just the right on amount of combat and I swear he was like a virgin down there, it was so bloody good."

Victoria, who was now noticeably blushing rested her elbows on the sharpness of the table,"Okay, I'm really worry Hannah, can you set us up ?"

Hannah smirked playfully for a moment as if mulling it over, teasing with Vicky, but was immediate to relent,"Oooh I think I could. Are you free tonight ?"

"For that ? Yes, fuck yes."She laughed softly.

"okey O.K., I'll reach out to him and see if he's relieve tonight. I'll text you later okay ?"

Vicky nodded eagerly and settled back once more, her mind already thinking ahead to what awaited her that night,"okey. Don't let me down Hannah, this sounds like so much fun."

"I'll do my considerably, commit me eh ?"She beamed, a twinkle in her eyes and Victoria smiled, knowing she would."Alright,"Hannah continued, her tone implying she was switching matter as she took a sip of her coffee,"okey, but on Thursday though I was swiping right on tinder and I came across this guy with just the shortened little nose…"

Victoria laughed and reclined in her chair, she shouldn't have been surprised that Hannah had more than one seduction to verbalize of, but as Hannah regaled Vicky in the dangerous undertaking of what she'd gotten up to, she found her judgement drifting, she'd gone too long without to not be lost in thought process of this Ben.

They talked for a petty retentive about this and that, agreeing to meet up same station succeeding week for another such grab up if they didn't swelling into each early beforehand, which was always a possible action.

They hugged before they departed, Victoria careful not to crease her business attire too much, Hannah careful not to smudge her makeup. They smiled at one another, knowingly and went their separate ways.

Victoria had often judged Hannah just a midget bit for how glued to her headphone she always was, but that evening she played the part of the phoney, hardly unable to tear her centre away from her notification, waiting for that elusive content from Hannah.

She was on the brink of giving Hannah a Call, fearing she had been forgotten when her headphone buzzed.

In a panic she fumbled so quickly for it that it slipped between her fingers, tumbling through the air to bring down silver screen down on the hardwood of her floor.

Reaching down she hesitated for a mo, staring at her Schrödinger 's headphone, biting her lip anxiously as she recovered it, checking the screen door for gap, which it was mercifully free of.

Letting out a sigh and feeling an idiot for being so nose up waiting for a text she forced herself to charter a late breath, calming herself before she read the textual matter, ‘ Apartment 22, 105 Gentech Road, It's the studenty part of town so you should be right to uber in and out ! Have fun Vicky ! ! X'

Victoria Falls bit her lip, feeling her affectionateness hammering a footling faster in her chest, excited to know that this was going ahead. She was already dressed and made up for the affair, she'd kept with her professional person theme as she quite loved the bossy feeling she got while wearing it, the confidence helping her along, but since she was, after all, supposed to be faux sneaking into the son flat she'd adopted a darker outfit than she usually wore, a black buttoned shirt that pulled slightly at her chest, a couple of the clitoris visible distortion, a look she liked, at least when the push didn't pop off. To go with it she wore a pair of colored almost clamber tight jean, a pair of hardheaded but hurt place finishing off what was effectively a very casual business look.

She stepped towards the door to her own nursing home, pulling her phone out of her pocket and ordering the Uber, only a few minutes away thankfully and pulled on a nigrify overcoat, just to keep the thrill off of her and sacrifice her some much-needed scoop space.

She took her phone, keys and a pair of essentials for what she was planning, a prophylactic and a pocket-size sachet of lube which she slipped into their distinctive scoop before waiting by the doorway for her ride, impatient and excited.

She continued to check her phone, watching as the tracker of her driver weaved its way through the intricate personal line of credit of streets towards her, a presentment popping up to inform her that her ride would be arriving soon.

Smiling she stepped out into the coolness of the late eve, closing and locking her door behind her before glancing around at the cars tangle by, spotting one as it neared, its licence plate matching up with the one displayed on her phone.

Carefully she lowered herself into the backbone of the car, her cheeks turning a little rosy as she came out of the frigidness and into the warmth of his car, the seats, she noticed, heated under her butt.

"Gentech road, yeah ?"her driver asked ever as he began to pull away, his oculus glancing at the speech sound mounted on his dashboard, already making his way there, his accent and skin colour indicating he probable wasn't from around these parts.

"Yes, please,"she said, politely, her head buzzing too much with excitement to really converse with him.

He glanced in the rearview mirror at her, noting her distracted conduct and shrugged a little, some were talkers, some weren't.

She looked out the windowpane, watching the familiar streets of her neighbourhood retreat into the less comrade but still known surrounding areas, then the completely unfamiliar sections where she seldom if ever had a cause to venture to.

She glanced at her earpiece again, the stumble would likely cost her about a XX, the restitution tripper similar, though at least she'd likely be able-bodied to insure a ride abode whenever she was finished up, if she didn't spend the night of course, after all the metropolis never slept, less so the student part.

Almost on reflex she checked her mental image in the front cam of her telephone, tilting her point from side to side, brushing a few wayward filament of black tomentum into place, pursing her full-of-the-moon lips, red with lipstick, her eye dark with eyeliner and shadow.

She couldn't supporter but simper a trivial at herself, she was going to sneak into her prey home, in the dark of Nox and set herself upon him, despite the fact he had consented she felt a little silly for making herself up so precisely for what was essentially a non-con illusion booty claim. It would be dark, messy and she would be prosperous if her composition didn't get all smudged and smeared, but she didn't care, she liked looking pretty.

She flicked back to the uber app and noted she was drawing close to her destination. Drawing in a hint and releasing it slowly, a little anxiously she pocketed the phone and nudged her glasses up the bridge of her nose. She hadn't worn fake lashes tonight, they always left grim smears on the inside of her electron lens and while she had considered touch, she was so used to the appearance of glass that her face just looked wrong without them.

Tapping her mitt against the warm fabric of her jeans she watched as they pulled up alongside a tall building, not in the best of precondition, but she knew of a great deal speculative throughout the city.

"Here we go,"the driver said, smiling at her in a well-disposed fashion through his rumination in the rearview mirror.

She returned the grinning and clicked the door undefended, thanking him briefly before standing and looking over the ceiling of the car, she glanced at the buildings as she shut the doorway, stepping onto the sidewalk as the car pulled away.

As the nip of the Nox air once again hit her, made all the more detectable by the comparable heat of the now departed Uber, she spotted a building, her centre fluttering in her chest, ‘ 105 Gentech route ’. As her pes led her towards the building along the sidewalk she tried to suppose back to when she had last been this excited about an upcoming session and honestly it was a struggle. She absolutely adored the phantasy of taking a sweet part of ass by strength, but the tightlipped she could ever really get were partners who didn't psyche her being More than a little rough. To actually hold found mortal who shared the phantasy, albeit from the other side, was something extra, especially if he was as cunning as Hannah had implied.

As she walked up towards the building she noticed a weird spacing between the ‘ 105'and the ‘ Gentech road'on the front of the building, she pursed her rim, funny for a here and now but as she got closer she noticed something else that gave her a cold-shoulder mo of panic, the building's doorway had a charismatic lock, a small pad to let you dial in and a metal square for a key fob.

She stepped up to the small pad beside the room access and glanced up at the multitude of rooms, some lit, most not. After a moment 's hesitation, she dialled in a random two fingerbreadth issue and waited, hearing it buzz. After ringing twice, she heard a whisper and a mouse click, soul picking up the earphone, she opened her backtalk to speak, but instead there was a aloud bombination and a click. Tentatively she took the handle of the door and pulled, it swung open to greet her. She smiled, brightly, pleased by the nature of students.

Stepping inside she looked towards a plaque, pursing her lip as her eye scanned over the building 's layout, apartment 22 was on the third story and while there was a pair of elevators at her disposal, she disregarded them, the stair would be just as quick she fathomed.

making her way up the tiled footstep she kept her hand on the handrail, not wanting to fall away in her rather smooth soled shoes as she climbed upwards. As she passed the first two floors she slowed a little, trying to contrive ahead, to figure out her secret plan plan once she was at the right apartment. She didn't know it's layout and she knew it would be almost hawk black unless he had some sort of a igniter source. Even just a few LED's in charger would be Handy, she thought.

She hesitated for a instant, taking her speech sound out of her pocket. Briefly, she considered calling Hannah, getting a few Thomas More details before she committed fully, but, as she held her telephone set she let out a lilliputian grinning, if she did have a loose inside, the torch on her sound would suffice. That, and she didn't fancy hanging around in the stairwell for too retentive, dressed as she was at this time of Nox she would stick in the mind, maybe even raise questions.

Tucking her phone away she came out onto the one-third floor, her eyes quickly scanning around, following the room numbers on the doors around her in the lit hallway.

Each floor it seemed had eight apartments, four on each side connected in the middle by a small corridor that gave access to the stairwell, elevator and, judging by the smell, the bin chutes.

She turned right, stepping through a laboured fire doorway and counting the numeral once more, identifying a profound looking wooden room access, a couple of 2 on the threshold, one a little wonky.

Swallowing she stepped up to it, her feet stepping onto a welcome mat just outside the door, it looked like it had once had something written on it, but it had been worn away over time by the passing of feet.

Carefully and slowly she reached out, turning the door handgrip as quietly as possible, then pushing inwards with the side of her arm, excitement floundering as she flushed with colour, the door didn't Budge, locked, she realised.

She let out a quavering breath and glanced behind her, each threshold had a tiny spyhole in its centre and she could practically sense eyes watching her, though the chance were unlikely. She took a measure back and again reached for her phone, but paused, looking down, tilting her head.

Glancing around one go metre she, squatted down and, curiously, lifted up the doormat. She smiled, reaching out and picking up a golden, if a picayune dusty key.

Not exactly unlocked as she had been promised, but close enough that it might as well have been. Cautiously she slid the key into the lock chamber and slowly twisted.

To her delight she felt the mechanism inside the curl shift, letting out the quietest of clicks as she turned the key. Smirking, she drew the key from the lock, once more pushing the handle down and leaning her weighting against the door.

It swung capable on mercifully serenity hinges, the interior, as she had expected almost pitch pitch blackness, only illuminated currently by the light spilling in from the hall around her. With soft footsteps she stepped around the door into the confection, vanilla extract smelling apartment, pushing the door slowly shut behind her, working the handle so it didn't click too loudly as it slid back into place.

Gently, in the darkness, her eyes not yet adjusted she fed her key back into the lock, turning it and, she presumed, sealing herself in with the waiting Ben.

She left the key in the lock chamber and gently turned around, measured in the dark as she didn't want to knock anything over.

She drew her headphone from her air pocket and turned the sieve on. She had intended to use the phones great mullein function to turn the camera's flash into a light, but in the almost inviolable duskiness, the glow her phone gave off was enough to give her a general, if a small eerie view of the flat she was in.

She was currently stood in a narrow hallway that led mystifying into the apartment, where she began to take the air. She passed a room access on her right, open slightly, a small clean-seeming toilet within, continuing on she passed a cupboard to her left, closed shut.

She stopped further down the hall, coming across a room access that, while not closed, was pushed to, obscuring what lay beyond it. She gently pressed the back of one hand to it, tilting her phone away from the threshold so, if the boy was in the next elbow room, he wouldn't catch a glimpse of the twinkle it offered.

As the threshold swung capable she had to cool off herself, the adrenaline and excitement coursing through her had her breathing a minuscule cheap than normal and, in the almost silence, every little stochasticity sounded like a din. Beyond the doorway it was a minuscule promiscuous to see, one of the tumid way bulwark boasting two windows that, while shuttered, allowed a picayune city nighttime Light Within to leech in through from the outside.

She could see that she was stood in a living room, a sofa, and TV in one corner, a desk and PC in another. To her right in the room was another doorway, propped open, leading to what seemed to be a very narrow kitchenette and as she looked leftfield, she noticed, doubling back on the other incline, was a partition, a curtain that separated the single room into two.

She furrowed her brow a piffling, with the threshold now open she could get wind noise, the pitter line of gab of body of water, rainfall, it sounded like. Curiously she glanced towards the window, it had been dry when she had arrived, but as she stepped deeper into the elbow room she noticed the audio wasn't coming from the windowpane, but from the partition off discussion section of the room.

turning and pushing her phone into her pocket, her eyes adjusting to the dark and the few stray rays of orange frigidity lighter filing through the shutters giving her just enough idle to see by, though she wouldn't see anything in the way of detail. Not that she needed to, this was going to be a purely forcible encounter.

She stepped forward towards the curtain that partitioned the two suite, slipping the silken material gently aside and moving in, standing still for a long moment, letting her eyes drink in what piddling she could see.

The room was almost entirely dominated by a bed, in which a young student slept, peaceful and depicted object, his body slender, his pilus short and tousled, his phone on a low table beside him, likely plugged in and charging, screen down, playing the relaxing sound of pouring rain.

She smirked a picayune and gently stepped out of her shoes, shuffling her jacket off her body and lowering it to the floor, feeling her already tight jeans growing more so with each passing endorsement. He seemed perfect, she'd have to get a feel of what he looked like in detail.

Watching over the sleeping figure she silently stripped of her dress, enjoying the gentle unlax noise of the rain in the setting as she retrieved the condom and lube from her pockets, setting them down on his bedside tabular array along with her step-in and phone.

For a moment she simply stood, smirking as one hand wrapped around her long slender hammer, stroking it slowly, enjoying the soft sensory faculty gripping her, the excitement for what was to follow flowing through her eagre body.

Gently she knelt on the bed, crawling slowly up the side of his body, feeling the swell of his build under his piece of paper glide across her chest and stomach as she moved over him. He squirmed a midget bit as she leaned over him, hesitating only a minute, breathing in his olfactory property, dessert and inviting.

She leaned in, enjoying how well he played the game of pretending to sleep, if he hadn't in fact fallen asleep waiting for her, and gently kissed his boldness, moving to leave piffling angel osculation across his slender jaw, enjoying the smoothness of his pelt against her lips.

To her mirth he began to stir, his eubstance moving as he seemingly roused from sleep, she grinned.

"goodness morning sweetie, I hope you're ready for me."

The boy let out a sharp gasp, his unanimous body tensing a ace moment, the air driven from his lungs in a sudden panic.

"W-what the ! !"was all he managed, his voice lusciously high pitched before she began to stuff her panties between the boy 's gorgeous lips.

To her absolute delight his acting was on point in time, he fought and struggled under her, his munition and legs, pinned under his cover flailing as they tried to crowd her off, his whimpering and cry muffled by her scanty as they wrestled.

He wasn't unfit, but she had expected more given Hannah's description of the boy, he was slender and pocket-size of figure, but not toned with muscle.

Recognising this she grinned, almost laughing as he got his helping hand free of the puff, one reaching up to try and pull the pantie from his mouth, tasting her fragrant aroma pressed down against his tongue, his other hand reaching to desperately press out against her bare shoulder, trying to shove her off.

Biting her lip she grabbed his wrists forcefully in her own, squeezing down and drawing a stifle yelp of hurting from the boy, the deal that had been reaching for his sassing she pushed aside, pressing it down into the pillow beside his oral sex, the other, against her shoulder she moved down, forcing him to campaign his hired man against her white meat, cupping up and raising it on her chest.

She gasped as his digit dug painfully tight into the mild chassis of her chest, though the nuisance only served to enhance her delight and rile her up further, her desire mounting as she straddled him, feeling his knees press up against her fundament as his infantry struggled to acquire any traction on the silky sheets.

She grinned and ground her cock down against his belly as she felt his hand knead at her tit, trying to advertise her off, his cheeks flushed with colour, his respiration delirious through his nose as she wore him out, weakening him as he exerted himself.

She leaned down close, breathing hot on his cheek as he whimpered, in the shadow she could see his optic as his head flicked from side to side trying to free her.

Biting her lip she wrestled both his hands above his nous, locking his slender wrists in one of her custody, able to pin him now he was worn out from his helpless struggling.

Breathing firmly she used her spare hired man to grip his cheek, tilting his head to the English, 2-dimensional against the pillow, she leaned in close and licked in a easy line up his cheek, letting her body fall on his now still mold, her tongue hot and wet against his pelt, leaving a lustrous trail as she tasted his skin, enjoying the fear, the power, the domination.

As he lay now, still under her, panicked but still, she let him find the weightiness of her knocker and, more pressingly, the hardness of her cock, grinding it gently against his stomach.

"Here's the mickle, I like to hear what my married person has to say… So, hope not to scream and I promise not to wound you too bad… Understood ?"

He nodded slowly, his eyes all-inclusive, the gentle phone of rain mixing with their warm breathes.

Moving her mitt from his face she tugged the panties from his mouth, prompting him to quickly suck up in a breath.

As he did, however, she balled her fist where he could see and, fearfully, when he exhaled it wasn't with a scream, merely a quavering whimper.

"W-what are you doing ?"he said gently, a few wet tears across his grimace reflecting in the dim light her eyes had somewhat grown accustomed to.

She purred gently, she loved the roleplay and she could feel her cock throbbing against him,"I'm here because you're far too cute for your own good, I saw you and I just had to have you for myself…"

"P-please, I don't understand…"

"I think you're fucking hot, sweety, so I'm going to spend the Nox with you, we're going to fuck like creature and then in the morning time when we're done, we'll have breakfast and then do it like animal again,"she spoke softly, her voice dripping with lust and desire, she felt him twist under her at her countersign and she knew there was no way he hadn't noticed the poignant mass of her cock.

"B-but, I've never even kissed a fille, I-I don't… Please ?"

She smirked, this roleplay was just so have it away adorable, leaning in she kissed him on the lips, slow and lasting though without tongue, before pulling back,"You're welcome,"she said with a slight giggle, pleased to make stolen his kickoff osculation, even if it was just a game, it gave her a horse sense of power and self-control,"Now come on, let me finger that ass."

He let out a protesting pant but, remembering her threat, kept quiet as she released his wrist joint and cast aside the canvass before leaning up to attend down on him.

He lay on his back, his arms folded protectively over his placid hairless chest, his body slender and his hair abruptly and silken, his buttock were flushed and his expression, which she could barely shit out in the dark was one of care, but not panic or scare, either he had resigned himself to his fate or he was becoming receptive, ready for their games to move onto the following stage.

"If you're a salutary boy, you'll enjoy this, if you're a bad boy, you won't enjoy anything for a foresightful while… Understand, sweetpea ?"

Again, cuddled up meekly to himself, he nodded and she smiled, shuffling up his body. With a thigh either incline of his bare torso, the boy wearing only a duo of underdrawers she rested her full heavy nuts on his chest, letting him finger their warmness as she pressed to the fluent bottom of her cockhead to his mouth,"Kiss me,"she urged.

Reluctantly, and only after squeezing his eyes shut, did he follow, a precious little kiss on the underside of her dick, brief and fleeting.

"Oh come on baby… Like you mean it,"she pressed, rubbing her turncock against his sweet lips, urging him on.

He whimpered, hesitating before complying, breathing shakily as he leaned up, leaving more candy kiss down the undersurface of her cock, drawing the first of many groan from her lips, as she reached out with her hands, one caressing down the side of his torso, the early running through his souse hair.

"Ooh fuck that feels so good…"She eagerly tempted, caressing him, rewarding him for obedience, her hired hand tracing lower to wipe away his tears, he'd stopped crying at least,"Good boy."

After a few hanker moments, her cock throb against his lips his eyes opened, his face becoming less severe, like it wasn't as bad as he had expected. She smirked and looked down, her eyes a glint in the otherwise nighttime room that he focused on, their oculus meeting as he kissed her.

"Want to sop up my putz, slut ?"she purred gently, her smirk broadening as he shook his headway. Gently she reached down, her hand resting on his bland venter, gliding it down under the hem of the elasticated stria of his boxers, her hand cupping his sonant cock and balls, giving a placate but threatening hug, causing him to imbibe in a piercing breath, whimpering.

"I think you do…"Victoria grinned, bouncing her hammer against his lips, enjoying the wet smack that came with each rap and she moved up mellow on her articulatio genus, angling her cock down to push her tip eagerly at his lips.

Writhing under her, with great reluctance and a despairing whine he relaxed his jaw, letting the meaty tip of her rooster slideway between his pursed back talk and into his mouth.

Victoria let out a loving moan of delight as she felt the wet heat energy of his small perfect lip engulf her cock, sliding her cock forward onto his tongue, forcing him to taste the musk of her organ.

"Taste beneficial doesn't it ?"She said softly, her interpreter heavy with luxuria and his cute little throat hummed with displeasure,"avail me get these stupid person drawers off, let me feel that stopcock,"she urged.

She grinned gently as, with a little wiggle and her helping mitt his underdrawers were worked down his wooden leg, discarded aside. Quickly she again wrapped his turncock in her hand beginning to stroke, enjoying the sensation of his soft cock hardening between her finger, forcing him to finger pleasance too.

"Suck it…"she urged, slowly moving her articulatio coxae, pressing an in or so of her cock across his tongue, not choking him, just relishing in the whizz of a tight hot niggling slut wrapped around her little finger and cock, helpless to her whims.

He squeezed his center shut, hips squirming from side to side as if to hightail it the helping hand she currently had stroking his cock but she was instant,"If you don't want to suck I could just hop straight to your ass screw, do you require that instead ?"

She tilted her head back and moaned, affectionately squeezing his tool between her fingers as his cheeks were speedy to undermine down around her cock, his face scrunched up as the abjection of the act set in on his fine features.

"Oooh Ben, baby, that's so good, just like that, yeah,"she cooed breathily, looking down as he glanced up, his hilltop furrowing, she winked playfully at him, one hand wrapped around his now firmly cock, pumping it with her fist. He wasn't small or anything, but next to hers it wasn't exactly anything to write home about.

She ran her former hand through his hair, gripping it as she pushed her hips forward and backwards, working her stopcock deeper into his sassing, her full lips parted slightly as she felt the pleasance crawling through her pent-up body. It had been too long since the last time she had blown some steam off with a boy as cute as this Ben and recollective still since the in conclusion time she could be as forceful and in charge as she would be tonight. Ben would do anything and everything she told him to, or else.

For now, at least, he was being a safe co-operative boy, seemingly trying to detach himself from his ‘ first-time'cocksucking, focusing instead, she reckoned on her slowly skillful handjob. She didn't usually play with her victim, but this one was just so cute and she had a bit of a plan…

"God, you've got the perfect gumshoe sucking lips, you piffling strumpet, I bet you practice on thickly charge plate cocks all day don't you ? Yeah, you slight whore,"she panted softly, her optic fluttering shut as she ground her dick down over his tongue.

She felt a niggling pulse, her cock expenditure a few drops of lemonlike pre onto his tongue and heard his immediate discomfort, he whimpered forte and, to her surprise, started to squirm again, bucking his hip joint and thrashing his head despite the traveling bag she had on his hair's-breadth. She'd cornered him like an creature and it seemed this final little act of indignity had pushed him over the edge, competitiveness or fail.

She bit her lip, pressing her weightiness down as he managed to sophisticate his hair, the boy letting out a trouble yip as her cock came free from his rim with a wet hearable pop, his pilus twisted in her bridge player as he moved. She heard him remove in a mysterious lungful of air and with a hurried motion, she clamped a hand over his mouth.

As he exhaled through his olfactory organ he let out a prospicient moan, the vestiges of a failed scream as she grit her tooth, releasing his cock and moving to lay across his physical structure again, her spit coated cock grinding into his stomach as she dominated him physically, defining his weakness and expressing her control.

"Shut up you little bitch ! Fuck, you suck tittup without a whimper but the minute you get a gustatory perception of it you flip ! minuscule make love !"she growled, getting right up into his face, her hair falling about and across his feminine features.

The grinding movements against the medium underside of her peter combined with his sudden outburst interrupting her blowjob riled her up, she had to show him she wasn't afraid to hurt him to get what he wanted. She grinned, this boy was after a non-con fancy experience after all, where was the fun if he didn't come out the other end with a few monitor ?

She growled as he continued to struggle, the heights pitched whimper from his nose continuing as he struggled to thrash, his skin growing tricksy with sweat as he exerted himself under her slender but expectant body.

Grinning she laughed a trivial, biting the lobe of his ear before hissing in his ear,"Yesss, fight me you eager minuscule slut ! ! Make me work for my prize, go on ! More ! !"

To her delight and pleasance he did, he wasn't as strong as her, but he was giving it all, his consistence thrashing up against hers, the entirely bed bouncing under them as the screen and a pillow got thrown exonerate from the bed, with an arm twisted free she felt herself brainsick and, for one terrible mo thought he might actually knock her off the bed.

In a moment of panic, her hand clasped so tightly against his sassing to prevent him screaming she was sure she was bruising his sassing, she saw his forefront rock as he arched his backrest, revealing his slender pale cervix, muscles straining, milky ovalbumin skin, utter and politic, a light sparkling of sweat drawing her tending.

She leaned in and bit down on his neck, a predatory animal with its prey, her teeth biting into his soft flesh, sucking gruelling as she held him there, he made a single loud squeak into her strangle hand as he felt her pungency at his neck, the sense experience intense as she gave him less of a love bite and more of a fool of ownership, hard enough to bruise, but not hard enough to break the skin and draw and quarter blood.

His strength failed, this intense beguilement and veneration causing him to still and settle under her, his muscles exhausted, his luck spent. As he went limp under her she relaxed her bite, her tongue working in a small circuit over the now bruised red skin of her target, leaning up and panting a piffling, feeling a piddling tired herself from their sudden rally, but feeling a surge of epinephrin and ecstasy at her victory.

"O-oh fuck, good boy,"she purred as she leaned down, his eye staring off into the midway aloofness as he regained his breath.

Slowly, doubtful she moved her hand from his mouth and, happily, he didn't make a interference, simply breathing. Slowly she hooked a thumb into his mouth, feeling the softness of the inside of his buttock under her thumb as she pressed down, locking it behind his teeth and keeping his jaw open as she tilted her head.

He let out a balmy groan as her clapper pressed between his lips and into his rima oris, her thumb acting as a safeguard to check he didn't return the favour and bite her spinal column. She kissed him slow down and deep, tongue-fucking her new toy, enjoying every taste and texture his sweet niggling mouth had to pop the question her for a few long mo as her consistency recovered from the exertion of forcing him back into submission.

All throughout the dull tongue-fucking she moaned, low and deep, a sultry strait that matched the slow eager gyrations of her hips, their legs laced together, her difficult rooster rubbing against his trunk, his smaller cock, which had softened during their struggle again swelled against her rubbing thigh, no matter what he thought, his consistence rebelled, enjoying the taller, stronger womans lewd osculation and insistent touch with his cock.

Eventually, she broke the kiss leaning up a little to look down at him, his heart looking away from her, at nothing. Smirking a little she drew her ovolo from his grimace and gave him a few pacify slap, patting his face until his centre focused on her, blinking as if coming back from somewhere upstage, his wax slightly puffy lips still parted.

She bit her lip for a minute, his face so beautiful to her that she just couldn't resist herself, this Ben was just far too thoroughgoing. She tilted her psyche one way then the other, admiring, his middle following her as she moved, then she leaned in, kissing him ever so softly, almost tender, before spitting into his open mouth.

"... Swallow…"she whispered softly and she felt a trivial shiver of pleasure travel through her body as he complied, closing his sass, his piffling throat working for a moment as he obediently did as he was told.

She smirked,"Mm, you want to be a undecomposed boy for me, don't you ? Because if you're a expert boy I wo n't sustain to smart you again. You want that, don't you ?"

He nodded, meek and broken, she raised a hand to caress his cheek,"Good boy."

"I'm going to get you nice and quick for me okay ? So it feels great for both of us,"she grinned a slight, feeling powerful,"I'm going to know you like a girl and I'm going to make you cum like a daughter. Understand ?"

He didn't respond, but by the glimmer of resilience in his heart she knew he did, they seemed to say that though he was beaten and broken there was no way she would accomplish that final goal, that there was no way in hell she could force him to cum like a girl. Challenge accepted.

Excited to take this further she bit her lip, leaning up and, conservative not to give him too much freedom, turned to face the other way, her round full ass resting on his chest as she straddled him, looking towards his wooden leg. She recalled from her discourse with Hannah that Ben was sporty so, Vicky hoped, that translated into flexibility.

As she lifted his ass up she scooted back a little, her ass resting on his brass as his trunk came up to be parallel to her own, his weapon out to the side gripping the sheets, his legs under her arms, the dorsum of his human knee pressed up against her armpits.

In this new post the boy 's full humankind was her ass, her squirming settling his grimace securely between her plush face, similarly just before her typeface was his formal, like a erect sitting sixty-nine. Smirking a little she leaned in and kissed each of his orbs in turn, feeling the heat of his breathing time against her hole as she rolled her tongue over each nut, her hands moving to dig into and squeeze his thick ass.

"Come on lover boy, eat my ass, you don't want to discomfit me again do you ?"she said loudly enough for him to discover over the tweed noise of the pelting and her ass currently pushed up to his face. She waited a few moments, letting her tongue travel across from his Lucille Ball to his own ass, a templet for him to follow.

After a few reluctant instant she felt his lips against her hole, a dim-witted kiss, but a startle all the Saame. Not that it especially mattered, it was just a pleasant distraction and humiliating niggling supererogatory to stay fresh him busy as she went about her task, preparing him. After all, her cock could hardly be described as ‘ tiro size ’.

Glancing to her side of meat she reached across, scooping up the sachet of lube she had brought with her and tore it assailable with her teeth. Holding it, she gave his honeyed little cakehole one last kiss before she poured a little of the cool slick liquid onto him, causing him to shiver, surprised by the sudden noncitizen sensation against him, his discomfort growing as he felt her fingerbreadth, slow and touchy begin to rub around his lilliputian star, coating both her finger and his ass in the quickly warming fluid.

"I don't feel your tongue~"she cooed in a small singalong vocalism, smirking as she began to press the tip of her fingerbreadth down against him, slowly working it into him up to the first knuckle. She knew it wouldn't hurt, after all, she had to remind herself, he wasn't a virgin, he'd fucked Hannah just a few nighttime ago, after all.

As she gently twisted her finger, enjoying the tightness of his hollow around her she felt his tongue, hot and squishy insistence flat against her sensation, licking up and over her in long slow laps. She moaned appreciatively, letting him get laid he was doing a estimable job as she slowly worked her finger's breadth down to the bit knuckle.

Biting her lip as she enjoyed his tongue toying with her she set into a slowly rhythm, gently fingering his soon to be boy-pussy, curving her finger ever so slightly to further stimulate him, not wasting much time until she pressed the fingerbreadth down to the tierce knuckle, drawing a low groan from him, her curved finger brushing over his prostate gland, bringing him an unexpected glint of pleasure.

She kept it up, her back talk gently caressing his exposed inner thighs, kissing the silky flesh, soft and affectionate to her feeling as her fingerbreadth continued to explore and educate, his spit becoming a minuscule more adventurous, the tip pressing ever so softly against her muddle, as if trying to press into her, though as a virgin herself only ever topping, it was a fruitless endeavour.

It didn't take foresighted before, to her amusement and his disdain, his cock, without being touched, once more hardened, pointing down towards his chest and neck, a single drop of clear pre leaking to dribbling down across his porcelain peel, a monitor that he was getting off on having his ass fingered.

"look goodness doesn't it dear ?"she teased, pressing her finger deep, curving it more to draw an unintentional groan from the pester boy, squeezing out the last of the lube from the mailboat and massaging it quickly into her own hard cock.

"I think you 're ready…"she purred finally, withdrawing her slick finger's breadth from his well-lubed kettle of fish and smiling, watching as the tiny pink doughnut winked at her, set up for her thickly needy turncock. Under her ass, he whined, nervous, scared, but powerless from stopping her getting what she wanted.

Satisfied she released his legs, his body flopping back onto the bed stretching out and arching his back after so long folded up to ease up her access while he was forced to rim her Virgo ass. She swung a leg off of him, the boy drawing in a flying lungful of air, panting operose as she kept a hold of one wrist. Despite how broken he was, she wouldn't put it past him to try escaping one Thomas More time, for the fun of it.

Growling low she turned to face up him, once more pressing her eubstance down on him, smirking as she ground her heavily lubed cock against his, letting him know just how ready she was, and how pathetically hard being fingered had made him. She kissed his cheek, licking over his earlobe as she whispered in his ear,"You liked getting fingered in the ass didn't you, you little slattern ? I bet you ca n't wait for my bonk stick."

He turned his drumhead away from her and she grinned, satisfied in the surety that she was right.

She reached out to the bedside table, collecting the close token she had brought with her, a prophylactic. She ripped it spread with her teeth and the racket attracted his attention, his optic squinting, trying to make out what it was in the low light of the room, confused.

She grinned a little, looking down at him as she discarded the condom housecoat,"Oh don't look so care sweety, this is n't for me, I'm fucking your ass raw like the pussy it is."

Without a mo to voice his confusion, he whimpered, feeling her paw against his body, her fingers finding his embarrassingly hard prick, skilfully rolling the condom on, covering him. He didn't understand, why would she put the condom on him ?

Without explanation as to her actions she leaned up and bit her lip, trying to decide how she first wanted to climb up him, to penetrate him like the beef daughter he was.

"Get on your fucking face,"she snarled and, when he hesitated, she painfully tweaked one of his teat, pulling a pant from his throat,"do I have to ask you twice, slut ?"

Responding with only a whimper he obeyed, rolling over onto his stomach, his perfect albumen ass hers for the talking, her reward to plunder. She would meet every damn fantasy this screw trollop had and more besides.

"trade good boy,"she purred straddling him and leaning down, pressing the gallant of her breasts into his backrest, her peter, slick and wet press between his cheeks gliding gently forward and backward, enjoying the lush whiz, his ass so fat and troll, perfective for a good farseeing pounding, if she lasted as long as she hoped she would, anyway.

Grinning she slid one arm up under his axilla, fingers wrapping around his delicate throat, drawing a gasp from him, her other bridge player dragging down between their sticky consistency to her rooster, gripping it by the infrastructure and guiding it.

As he felt the tip of her slippery turncock line up with his hole he gasped, his whole consistency tensing on reflex action and she was sure as shooting if there was any fight left in him he'd be thrashing around, but he was too far gone.

Grunting she bucked her hips forward, the boy letting out a cry which she muffled with a timely squeeze of his throat, turning it into more of a pained precipitous gasp as the head of her cock pressed into his well-prepared hole.

Mercilessly, with the precognition that he had taken many turncock before hers including Hannah's sizable length she pushed herself forward, burying her cock to the hilt in a one brutal stroke.

His centre went all-embracing, his pass arched back as his soundbox squirmed helplessly, her cock driving oceanic abyss into him.

It felt like her turncock was rearranging his entire insides to have room for itself, the vivid close heat around her more than he knew how to deal with so suddenly by the expression dominating his brass. But that been what he asked for.

Without a moment 's hesitation she grunted, beginning a hard assault on his body, her toy, her dimension. She slammed her hips up and down into him, bouncing him against the bed with a fury that made the wholly bed rattling and shake.

Her ass bounced with each rough thrust, his quickly growing raw as if she were spanking him, the violence of her thrusts were so uncaringly powerful.

With her bridge player around his throat, allowing him decent air to persist with it but denying him the opportunity to yell screaming or cry for mercy or help she settled into the destructive regular recurrence of her assault.

Her cock was at family, his ass was just perfect, so slopped and pleasurable around her needy cock, always squeezing tight and powerful around her, as if it was trying to push her out, but only serving to make the experience all the more wonderful.

"Oooh fuck yes, squeeze my cock, just like that you fiddling jade ! Ugh, fuck ! You really know how to postulate hawkshaw, do n't you ? Fuck you 're so nooky good !"She panted, taunting in his ear, belittling him as the bed creaked beneath them, their consistence clapping together in a obscene symphony orchestra of noise.

She never let up or gave him a moment 's break shift tempos, from long difficult root to tip strides forcing him to experience her integral length, to short deep rapid throb, ramming the shoemaker's last inch into him time and prison term again, grinding her cock up into him, knowing that while the pleasure of his tight hot hole milking her turncock was uttermost, her targeted slamming of his prostate would be making him feel a new chain of sensations, mixing pain with pleasure.

"Yeah you fucking love that do n't you…"she snarled, licking over his nerve, his center squeezed shut as he squeaked and gasped with each thrust into him, spit dripping from his mouth to lead muscae volitantes on his pillow, his cheeks flushed with colouration,"Yeah you do, you love being fucked like a girl you slut, I bet your ass-pussy feels so fucking right full of my cock !"

The boys legs kicked helplessly as he was utterly dominated by Victoria 's body and dick, his back slick with fret where her skin glided over his as she hammered herself into him metre and clock time again, his picayune ring on flaming, the sensations of being so completely filled, his walls stretched, made to fit her like a glove was so extreme and overwhelming for him, his psyche blank of thinking save for the hurting and pleasure.

trousering hard, her breathing space condensing on his skin one hired man still gripping possessively at his neck, her other pull down down, groping and squeezing his ass and waistline, using it for leverage as her thick peter vanished inside of him with each rock of her hips.

He let out a tart pant as, with a surprise oink of her own, Vicky pulled back too far on a thrust, her cock popping unloosen of his ass to glide up his lower back, leaving a hot wet lead of her own pre. Gritting her teeth she rocked herself back and forth a couple of clip, trying to get her cock to line back up with him, but, failing and with a despairing growl she leaned up, her tempo broken as she slowed to a plosive, recovering her breath for a few prospicient moments, her hand going hitch from his neck as she smothered his smaller body with her own, the boy panting operose, whimpered adorably on each exhale during the brief bit of respite.

"You're such a good fucking lay baby…"she cooed affectionately in his ear, kissing him on the brass before pressing her face into his dipsomaniac balmy hair, smelling the coconut shampoo he must use before exhaling long and slow, eager to get going again.

Leaning up she moved to flip him, rolling him, unresisting onto his spine where, in the almost dark, he blinked up at her distinguished figure. Reaching out she took his handwriting in hers, lifting it and leaning forward so his finger sank into the diffused flesh of her wall hanging breast, pressing up so he weighed it in his palm.

"Feels good doesn't it lover…"she purred gently, squeezing her hand around his so he squeezed her breast, drawing a groan from her lips.

He didn't respond, but she smirked, he didn't need to, she knew he loved it.

She let his hand fall and traced her fingertips down his body, caressing the almost dry hide of his chest which had been pressed into the beds canvass,"So fucking cute…"she breathed to herself enjoying the warm suaveness of his body, smirking as she felt the pep pill at which his chest was rising and falling. She continued the trail of her digit until they reached his rooster.

"Mmm serious boy…"she laughed a little, his hammer rock music hard against his belly, still snug in its condom wrapping,"Oooh you're going to be such a keeper."

With that she bit her rim, positioning herself between his second joint and grabbing both of his wrist joint, pulling them down across his torso, his fingers just resting against her pelvis as she lined her shaft up once More, impatient to bury herself inside him again, his stage around her waist, resting on her thigh, missionary.

After only a few seconds of her rooster slipping and sliding between his cheeks she felt the companion embracing of her tip finding its mark, with a low groan she slid forward, her cock pressing almost gracefully up into his yielding ass, the quick warmth and clash around her a blissful moment.

Biting her lip she looked down, noting him, head tilted back, mouth subject, moaning too, his fingers pressing into her body, his back arched as he stared off at nothing but the pyrotechnic going off behind his centre as the sensation of being filled with girl shaft. Perfect.

belongings onto him she began to bring her hips once more, a intimate rhythm, one well practised with many partners and one that guaranteed success.

She breathed hard as she looked down at him, holding his articulatio radiocarpea in place firmly but not enough to bruise as she bounced her trunk forward against his, driving her stopcock into him again and again, pounding his stretched love hole into a shape of her desire, each stab perfectly angled to stimulate him just as a lot as she herself was being stimulated, albeit in a completely unlike way.

Finding her speed, to the sound of rainfall their consistence clapped together, the only former noise their equally soft moan of joy. She chewed her lip, looking down at him in glee as his body jerked with each driving force against the weather sheet, her own fully titty bouncing on her thorax, pap distinctly hard in the low light.

She felt an all too familiar sensation Begin to rear in the back of her mind, beautiful and wonderful, a little ringing bell telling her that the sorcerous moment was approaching, drawing ever closer with each knock-down thrusting.

She looked down, focusing on her married person and saw in him many of the signboard that she was feeling herself, his fingers, held to her body were flexing, his back arching, his soundbox writhing. She knew theatrical role of him would desire to touch himself, to jacklight off, but that would steal her victory of making him cum from naught but her cock, but she couldn't deny both of them were on the home straight.

She wanted to be skinny, to bosom her know toy at their moment of juncture climax so she moved his arms up, pinning them above his head as she leaned down, her lips mere inches from his as she breathed hot and heavy against him, staring down into his beautiful expression which he couldn't assistance but pass from incline to side, helpless against her strength and against the oncoming tide of his own impending orgasm.

With her tit pressed into his pectus and her balls pressing against his ass with the rich button of each thrust she purposefully angled her penetration to rub constantly against his prostate, his body arching and squirming, do-or-die for any configuration of contact against his surd pecker, but she kept the smooth skin of her tummy just out of reach.

In an instant she felt it, felt his ass suddenly clamp down on her cock and knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was cumming, his gasp sharp and disbelieving as her soaked ass milked her shaft, pushing her the edge of her own mighty orgasm.

"Look at me, baby, look at me…"she whispered between shoal breathing time and, to her joy, he turned his head, their eye meeting as they both moaned in the minute of pure seventh heaven. As she stared into his center her cock erupted bare inside the boy, each crestless wave of her hammer matched by a hot heartbeat of thick hot seed balls deep into his milking ass, his adulterate ring tight around the Qaeda of her prick, every satisfying inch of her girlcock being unwillingly massaged by his obliging body.

She kissed him, hot and deep, her lingua filling his mouth as her cock was spent inside of him, her balls twitching against his cheeks as they deposited every drop-off of cum they could add to denudate inside the waiting warmth of his now accommodating ass, her hands releasing his radiocarpal joint, no longer caring what he did, her hands moving down to his hair's-breadth and face, caressing lovingly as delight coursed through them both.

With a few hold up short circuit, sharp thrusts she felt her flood tide begin to ebbing, her physical structure going lax on top of his, his own mitt laying limp above his head, one helping hand gripping the sheets, the other open and bare, his middle closed as she broke the kiss, looking down at his open mouth with desire.

Kissing him again very briefly, unable to aid herself, she forced herself to focus, her hands moving down between them, fumbling at something very important,"Oooh gods… That was the ripe fuck of my sprightliness, you're such a perfect little butt loose woman, so tight…"she bit her lip,"I told you, mollycoddle, that you'd cum from my rooster, now, be a well boy for Vicky…"she purred gently as she leaned up a little, turning the spent condom over his sassing, using her finger to run down the slipperiness lubed distance of the suspension latex, a few deep filament of cum trickling out and into his waiting mouth.

He whimpered in surprise, moving to bend his forefront to the side but she held his human face in her hands, discarding the condom carelessly on the bed beside him,"Shhh baby, swallow up it…"she urged and after a few moments of trying to curve his head to the side with no event, he whined cutely and swallowed.

With a little frisson of pleasure Queen Victoria grinned and laid down on her side of meat beside him, her supremacy complete, the bitter taste of his licking literally dancing across his spit down into his stomach as she revelled in her triumph,"ripe boy, you're such a good boy…"she praised, kissing his cheek affectionately.

They lay for a few long minutes alongside one another, her hand tracing gentle circles across his chest as he recovered, though she knew even with this break he would be too exhausted to offer any sort of ohmic resistance, not that it mattered now, of trend. She'd fulfilled his fantasy, given him what he wanted and taken so much more in return.

"Mm… I'm glad I could hold you such a good evening,"she said after a patch, breaking the secrecy with a low rustling, rolling onto her back away from him,"but ... I should crap rail back to my place."

With, judging by how behind it was, a concerted effort, he rolled onto his slope, whimpering quietly as he put his arm across her tummy, just under the beau of her breast, his leg lifting over hers, holding her,"Please… Please stay…"he whispered in a midget articulation, full of shame and humiliation.

Grinning a little Victoria couldn't ignore a supplication like that, so gently she worked her arm under his head, encouraging him to rest his head on her full breasts, which he did, settling down, leaning against her.

With a sigh she relaxed, her body feeling cool in the rooms air, but the stale only tempted the boy to snuggle up closer to her, something she wasn't keen to discourage.

An arm wrapped around him and to the gruntle sounds of his Light breathing and the sound of pelting, she began to slowly freewheel off to sleep.

The boy let out a start squeak as a bright chirpy tune began to rattle through the room, Vicky rudely pulled from her almost quietus by his sudden storm jerk as much as she was the disturbance, frustrated she groaned, reaching a hired man up to run it through his mild silklike haircloth, calming him, her other hand reaching out towards where she had set her headphone down,"Shh infant, it's just my ringtone, go back to slumber lover…"she cooed and he shuffled a little, relaxing back against her as she answered the phone holding it to her fount,"What ?"

"The fuck !"Hannah's voice.

"What do you entail ‘ the fuck'?"she replied, mimicking Hannah's vox, albeit with a much sleepier tone.

"I just got a phone call from fucking Ben that 's what ! You no-showed what 's the matter with you ? !"Hannah all but yelled down the phone.

"Pff, don't get your panties in a turn of events Hannah, I just shot a load into Ben ! He's literally curled up against me right now,"she said, squeezing the boy lightly as if to have the point, though Hannah couldn't tell.

"shit Vicky ! I just got off the earphone with him a second ago, I'm going around now to fill up in for you since you're so obviously distracted."

Vicky frowned deeply,"Seriously Hannah ! I'm here right now with him, spirit,"she held the phone away from her head slightly looking down at the boy,"Hey, Ben, tell Hannah that I'm here with you,"she held the telephone set down towards him and in the dim light of her telephone screen he blinked up at her, so sweet and beautiful.

"Um… My names Danny ?"He said gently, curling up a little more tightly against her as if expecting vengeance for this fact.

Vicky stared at him for a moment, at his sweet facial expression and she heard Hannah pant sharply then all but yell down the phone,"Who's that ! ?"

Vicky pulled the phone back to her ear,"Errr, you said apartment 22, 105 Gentech Road, yeah ? Christ Within brown hair ?"

"Oh. My god. 105B Vicky ! ! ! 105 ‘ B ’,"she strained the letter of the alphabet,"did you get the faulty address ? ! Did you say light brown ? Ben is dark brownish ! Did you butt be intimate the untimely guy ! ? How do you even ! ! !"

Biting her lip, feeling her anxiety rear she hung up on the harangue Hannah, silencing the phone and putting it down, the room now suddenly quiet, aside from the thumping of her meat in her chest and the patter of raindrops.

She couldn't tell how long she lay there silent for, but a shift of the boy, Danny's, weight brought her back to the present. She tilted her chief, looking down towards him, her voice practically exuding her anxieties,"In… The morning… Will you call the constabulary ? ..."

He bit his lip for a moment, looking up at her, likely taken aback by the sudden lack of authority, her entire life history practically in his manpower,"Mm, I'd rather make you that breakfast you wanted ..."

"Y-you mean value that ?"she asked, her voice hopeful.

He nodded a little before snuggling back into her chest, cuddling up to her, adoringly, leaving Vicky to stare up at the ceiling, the luckiest damn girl alive, trying to change by reversal event over in her mind now that she knew this wasn't even Ben, rearranging the Nox effect so they fit this new perspective. She only knew one thing for sure, Hannah wasn't going to let her block this narration .