Clear signs of the Spring

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His hand gradually moved down, and reached between her legs. As if on instinct ('or perhaps she wasn’t sleeping as deeply as I thought,' he reflected to himself), her legs widened to accept him, and he used his fingers to pleasure her.

One at first, then two, massaging her inside and outside. He cupped her left breast with his other hand as he did this, and, kissing the back of her neck as it arched toward him, pressed his throbbing cock against the warm, soft skin of her lower back. She reached back with her hand, grabbed his cock, and began to stroke it gently from behind in an up-and-down motion. She squeezed his shaft gently as she stroked him. This was driving him crazy, and she knew it. She turned around, and gave him a playful grin. She grabbed his dick, and, slipping the head into her mouth, she began to suck it, playing with his balls gently as she worked her tongue around the tip of his cock.

Just as he was about to burst, she stopped. The sounds of fantasies surrounding him disappeared at once. He opened his eyes with surprise. She was standing next to him, staring at him without moving. Alexander couldn't move. He just stared back her, not knowing what to do. She put on her gown, and left the room. Alexander noticed she staggered a bit.

Trying to forget his own displeasure at the ubrupt cessation of this hitherto pleasurable atmosphere, he donned his clothes and followed her outside, stunned.

The rum she poured into her glass ran like a torrent. She was drinking it like water after doing extreme sports on a scorching summer day. He grabbed her, trying to prevent her from drinking.

"What's wrong?"

Alexander asked half worrying, half afraid. Her eyes already lost their point of focus.