‘Celia, untie me, please’ – I said as pleasantly as I could. Xnxx sex I stood up and tried to chase after her, but the chair was still tied to me. ‘Celia!’ – I shouted. I commanded the dream Celia to lick me harder – she listened. My cunt and asshole pulsed sweetly for a long time after. She would then throw them into the audience, and we would probably find them between the chairs the next morning, a cum-stained mess. ‘Celia!’ – I snapped – ‘What are you doing?’. The building was silent, but my head was drumming with angry thoughts. She looked up, gazing into my eyes steadily from under her heavy fake lashes. Tonight was going to be a special performance. The thought made me shiver with excitement. I slipped my hand between my thighs and lay down on the bench, relishing the memory and my anger. Celia was new here, and foreign. In the three weeks of practice I had not heard her say a single word, but she was such a good dancer that it didn’t matter. My thoughts started evolving from fantasies of firing Celia to her coming back and seeing me fucking myself, surrendering to the memory of her.
