Theodore:
I stuck my tongue out and started to tickle her vagina with it.
Her pussy lips moved as I slithered my tongue inside before placing my lips entirely on her pussy, starting to suck them as if I were kissing lips.
I took one of her pussy lips into my mouth, sucking it before taking the other.
I felt as if my dick would explode at that moment.
Then I finally pulled away.
However, this time, the masked woman looked different.
I remembered that I had been digging deep with my tongue into the pussy of a woman I had seen in the kitchen, but suddenly, she was no longer wearing a mask.
It was a completely different person.
It was Verity.
Her smooth, silky skin was fully on display.
She was wearing a bikini top with her areolas poking out, while only her nipples were covered.
Her panties were so small that her entire ass cheeks were exposed.
She got off me and began to walk backward.
I couldn’t get up from my seat.
It was as if invisible restraints were wrapped around my arms.
Then Verity turned around and slapped her ass cheeks.
She spread them, making the tiny thread of her bikini bottom slide between them.
I wanted to see her hole. I wanted to lick it.
She spread her cheeks again, then moaned before turning her head toward me.
She stuck a middle finger into her mouth, and right before my eyes, she moved the panty line aside while bending in a way that made her ass cheeks look like big apples.
Then she slid her finger into her hole, making my dick jump in my pants.
I groaned like an animal, wanting to break free so I could give her that pleasure.
When she moaned again, this time even louder, she added another finger, and that was when she finally yelled.
I jolted awake in my seat and realized it had all been a dream, a dream so sweet that I could almost taste it.
Verity was sitting on the bed in front of me, rubbing the spot where they had given her an injection in her arm yesterday.
"It’s okay, you’re fine," the nurse laughed.
Verity nodded, and then her tired eyes landed on me. I noticed how her face lit up.
The nurse looked at me and then at Verity.
These people knew me.
They had better not start writing rumors about me.
I mean, nothing I wouldn’t be very happy about.
I would like a little teasing here and there, but not yet.
Because I didn’t know what Ragnar still thought about Verity.
And for some reason, I didn’t know why I was so serious about Verity’s reputation.
Probably because I hadn’t yet thought about using Verity and then throwing her out of my life.
Whenever Verity came to mind, with her shyness, many other moments of that shyness came with it too.
Nowhere did it feel like she would fit into a situation where I got her into bed once and then discarded her the next time.

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