When he was
done, Harold startled her with his
strength by lifting her and the chair
up without hesitation and replacing
her in front of a tall mirror, leaning
down behind her and catching the
eyes of her reflection as he asked,
“It’s okay?”
Rendered speechless by the vision
before her, she nodded, tilting her
head this way and that to admire
the stunning young woman Harold
had sculpted out of the
comparatively plain Belle. Xnxx Swallowing the bite in her mouth
and dropping the baguette onto the
plate, Belle pushed her chair back,
readying herself to make a swift exit
if needed. “Don’t,”
she found herself saying, more out
of instinct than any conscious
thought process, “I want you to
stay.” She really did—for the first
time, she actually desired the
physical presence of one of her
viewers. Their kiss was tenderly firm at the
moment when his length gently
penetrated her and slid into her
greatest depths. Belle saw in his
eyes the love and passion he had for
his work, and for this space, and she
felt humbled and privileged to have
been granted access to such an
obviously sacred place. She
grabbed and pulled on the hoodie
and sweatpants she always kept
hidden behind the camera,
grimacing at the ‘slutty’ lingerie she
had specifically sported an hour ago,
now lying discarded on the floor
near the aggressive wand; the room
fell depressingly silent once she
unplugged the grudgingly accepted
gift.
