Not everyone needs to really live, either.
Some people are content to be a participant in the game of life. Others want to play for real.
If you want to play for real, come to me, lovely. I’ll give you that little push you need.
I’ll open your mind, and your world, and soul. Lay you bare. Let you feel the heat of my stare. Take you places you’ve never been before.
Your body is my chessboard, sweets.
And if you give in to me, and you play, you might even win.
It’s just… your prize might not be what you went looking for.
She stares up at me. The camera me. Challenging.
She’s been through so many emotions since she got here it shouldn’t surprise me how far she swings. But it does. Because challenging glares imply power and if there’s one thing Evangeline Rolaine isn’t, it’s powerful.
“Are you watching me?” she asks the cameras.
“Yeah,” I say through a smile. “I’m watching.”
“Because I’m about to put on a show.” She looks away, her cheeks red with… what? Shame? Embarrassment?
I don’t think I care at the moment.
Her chest rises and falls dramatically. Like she just took a deep breath of courage. And then she turns her back to the camera I’m watching through, peeks over her shoulder, and lets the towel fall down her body.
Her shape is hourglass curvy. Her legs are long and her wet hair trickles water down her spine and right over her plump, tight ass.
She’s still peeking over her shoulder when she sighs, closing her eyes. Her arms are moving and I search each camera angle trying to see what she’s doing. Her position in the room is ironically perfect. Because I don’t have a view of her front.
I think she’s playing with her tits. She might even have fingers between her legs.
The urge to speak to her through the microphone is almost overwhelming. I want to tell her to turn so I can see. I want to tell her to do other things too.
Dirty things.
Stick your fingers in your pussy, then stick them in your mouth. Suck them like you would my cock.
These thoughts make me hard and my hand wanders down to my growing dick.
She begins to pant heavily. Her eyes still closed, her arms still moving. Conveying the impression that she’s masturbating.
This… is not what I expected out of the terrified prodigy recluse.
I lean back in my chair, unbutton my jeans, pull my cock out, and join a game that can’t lead to anything but self-destruction.
I like those games though. It’s been a long time since I’ve played a proper one.
She stills for a moment, opening her eyes to stare over her shoulder at the camera.
“Keep going,” I whisper, wishing she could hear me. Wanting her to hear me. “I’m just getting started.”
She’s been through so many emotions since she got here it shouldn’t surprise me how far she swings. But it does. Because challenging glares imply power and if there’s one thing Evangeline Rolaine isn’t, it’s powerful.
“Are you watching me?” she asks the cameras.
“Yeah,” I say through a smile. “I’m watching.”
“Because I’m about to put on a show.” She looks away, her cheeks red with… what? Shame? Embarrassment?
I don’t think I care at the moment.
Her chest rises and falls dramatically. Like she just took a deep breath of courage. And then she turns her back to the camera I’m watching through, peeks over her shoulder, and lets the towel fall down her body.
Her shape is hourglass curvy. Her legs are long and her wet hair trickles water down her spine and right over her plump, tight ass.
She’s still peeking over her shoulder when she sighs, closing her eyes. Her arms are moving and I search each camera angle trying to see what she’s doing. Her position in the room is ironically perfect. Because I don’t have a view of her front.
I think she’s playing with her tits. She might even have fingers between her legs.
The urge to speak to her through the microphone is almost overwhelming. I want to tell her to turn so I can see. I want to tell her to do other things too.
Dirty things.
Stick your fingers in your pussy, then stick them in your mouth. Suck them like you would my cock.
These thoughts make me hard and my hand wanders down to my growing dick.
She begins to pant heavily. Her eyes still closed, her arms still moving. Conveying the impression that she’s masturbating.
This… is not what I expected out of the terrified prodigy recluse.
I lean back in my chair, unbutton my jeans, pull my cock out, and join a game that can’t lead to anything but self-destruction.
I like those games though. It’s been a long time since I’ve played a proper one.
She stills for a moment, opening her eyes to stare over her shoulder at the camera.
“Keep going,” I whisper, wishing she could hear me. Wanting her to hear me. “I’m just getting started.”
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