She lit the lighter, brought it to the tip of her cigarette and inhaled.
As she was sucking on it she looked up at me and locked eyes with me, staring into them as she lit her smoke.
Then she let go of my hand, pulled the cigarette from her lips, smiled with a wink and said, “Thanks”. Awesome rimjob.
The images were back with a vengeance! I bit my bottom lip, looked to the sky and let a little shiver escape and spread across my shoulders, the hair on the back of my neck standing up.
“What’s the matter? Old raunchy slut. Did I give you the chills?” She asked with a mischevious chuckle.
“Yeah, a little.
That’s alright, though.
I enjoyed every minute of it!” I answered.
She had no idea, but at that moment my mind suddenly started reeling. Lyrics to steve miller joker.
I had read a story on Lush not too long ago involving a situation somewhat similar to this, at least as far as the secret smoke spot on hospital property and an EMT named Leah.
I had chatted with the author, been friends with her and read all of her stories. Porcha arab hustler.
The coincidences started piling up as the realization hit me like a truck.
Could this be her? If it IS her, what then? There were some slight differences, but many more similarities.
So many that it was pretty obvious. Black girl femdom.
I saw that she was busy looking at something on her phone, and her brow was wrinkled in concentration.
In a flash of inspiration, I dropped my voice a little and asked, “Why so serious?” She said she was just checking her email but went on to say that she LOVED that movie, and pretty much ALL of the Batman movies. Dealing with a player dating.
She even liked the original television series from the 60’s.