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Sesso paranormale

... the desires Stanley had accumulated over the last hundred years.As they navigated the strange looking city streets, he thought back to an earlier time. He had taken Monique up on her offer for additional lessons, but most of them had been lectures over dinner. The stories she told contrasted starkly with her sweet and innocent look. With rapt attention he soaked in every word of advice on what he could do to please Vanessa, and what he should avoid. The most memorable lesson was when she brought a companion, another prostitute named Marie. After dinner they retired to his quarters with a few bottles of wine, and it wasn't long before the two women were naked and in each other's arms. He watched carefully at how they pleasured each other. What surprised him most was how rough they were, at one point Monique forced the other woman's head between her legs. As Marie licked and kissed Monique's pussy she furiously masturbated and it wasn't long before they both climaxed.They turned the corner and there it was. A sign marked the entrance to the aptly named Lakeshore Park. With each step towards the water, Stanley felt his pulse quicken. Just the sensation of a beating heart was intriguing, but his mind hungered for other things. He saw the rocky outcropping where he and Vanessa had first declared their love. That was their destination. He gripped her hand tightly and quickened his already brisk pace, practically dragging her along behind him.The spot was a jumble of boulders; a ...

... curtain of trees hid them from the rest of the shoreline, but the view of the lake was unobstructed. Vanessa turned to face Stanley, his mustache and beard had returned, along with his crooked nose. It had been broken once in a fight, and again in a plane crash during his military training.What to say to him was a mystery, the youthful feeling of immortality had caused her to skip over the part of the spell dealing with death. She had thought she would have years and years to learn that part. What she could recall was that Stanley needed to prove he was her equal in spirit and willpower, and that he was not afraid to defy her. She looked up at him, his eyes smoldered with a century's worth of lust.The overpowering thought in his head was this could be the last time he felt Vanessa's touch. She had cast the spell without asking him. Although her intentions had been good, the results were not. Being some kind of purgatory for nearly a hundred years was something he had been unprepared for. If the spell didn't work he might be plunged back into a nebulous world that lacked any kind of tactile sensation. Even if the spell did work he wasn't sure if he would ever actually feel her warm, soft skin again. If this was to be the last time he felt her, then he was going to make it something he could treasure for eternity. It should be something that reminded her that he was not a slave to her witchcraft. He peeled the jacket off her shoulders and placed it on the ground in front of ...